NetMy wings clippedNet by DragonMaster165
I, tossed in a cage
hudled in this dark corner I call mine
I weep for the life I once owned.
Was it a passing dream
or a long forgotten memory of happiness.
I go to sleep
with a glimmer of hope that I shall see it again
see with the eyes I once had,
to soar with the wings, once mine.
Oh how I long for it back
to turn back the course of theoretical time.
What is possessed must be lost
the dreams we have, eventually forgotten.
This cage we put ourselves in
slowly kills us, slowly kills the soul.
This little cage our forefathers crafted for us
this little cage we call home.
"The land of the free,
and the home of the brave."
Current Residence: Upstate NY Farmland|
deviantWEAR sizing preference: large
Print preference: lustre
Favourite genre of music: World Music, Rap, most everything
Favourite style of art: Anything realistic
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: bleh
Shell of choice: Turtle
Wallpaper of choice: something peaceful
Favourite cartoon character: Calvin (and Hobbes), Space Ghost
Personal Quote: 'Adults are obsolete children and to hell with them!' - Dr Seuss