A will to fly

Am bored of this life out here

Where no one reads my mind

My actions are but a clown to all

Never reading between the lines

A path so narrow their minds they walk

Throw on me their laziness 

Into their boat a rocking chair

It sways me to sleep my inner minds is blind

Sees nothing of disaster so it dozes off

Yet deep within the will to fly

My mind my heart so willingly beg

To spread my wings and fly out of here

The heart all weighed down with the pain

Makes me search far and wide for a mind as strong as mine

I regret to say so clearly now 

I have searched to no avail

My will to fly is just a dream 

To probably die in the years to come as just dream of my imaginations