Wings clipped, I try to fly,
Dragged down even as I try.
I wish to go beyond the bounds,
To get a glimpse of those grounds.
Too many strings surround me,
Holding me tight and refuse to free.
Fear is the feel, I most fear,
Relief is something yet to appear.
Waiting! not very patient,
At the end things should be pleasant.
Life's another blind turn,
Waiting! now adjourned.
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