The other field is greener
Holding lush, evergrowing leaves.
Yet here I am fenced
Forced to hush, unless we become thieves.
My hands are bruised and torn
Nails chipped, yet still, they yearn.
Fence too high for me to jump
Wings clipped, when will I learn?
A haze of gold and red
I’m blind, the sun has taken my sight.
The burning ball has overpowered the clouds
Lost in my mind, how will I ever take flight.