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.Read More →