Set me free set me free
I was never meant to be
Confined to a bird cage
In a concrete jungle
I need a more conducive habitat
To be able to make a new start
Neither the cable not the internet
Can curb my frustration or regret
I have to insist that I want to be free
You my dear, are also free to decide
Whether you want to accompany me
Or remain in this world of make believe.
Myself, I can no longer stay cooped up
In this place you call a condominium
Do not lecture to me on the premium
You you had to pay to keep out the crowd
I need my freedom to explore
The nooks and crannies of the world
To experience the beauty of nature
To discover new features
And find my place in the world
Will you continue to deny me this request
Would you rather I stay behind
And shrivel up in this plush prison?
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Humans seem most adaptable to becoming comfortable in their self made prisons. And also are good at caging other wild creatures longing for freedom. Your descriptions really say it all.
I can absolutely relate to this poem..I loved the lines: 'You my dear, are also free to decide Whether you want to accompany me Or remain in this world of make believe..' Thanks for sharing, Sandra. Yelena M.
I hope this is only a muse, Sandra. But you have quite delivered this piece well. This is a thought provoking write.Take care of you always
I hope my budgie poem has not affected you too much Sandra. Oh! I know the feeling of being restricted and wanting to branch out and discover what Mother Nature has to offer and not be stuck in a rut. We can be free in our imaginations though and I have enjoyed your poem's message and concept. 10 love Karin
What freedom you want, sandra? Everyone is in self-created cells. And it has become so much part of ones self that freedom at this juncture seems only a dream! ! !
The feeling is alright, but can we live without the company of all these make-believe things? Solitude can be had anywhere in our own company and nature will appear there as a friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your longing for freedom is understandable but remember you're prisoner of moderanity from which there's no escape now, but go on dreaming, it doesn't cost anything! A very thought provoking write!