I dream of freedom

I dream of freedom

of days unrestrained,

to spread my wings and soar,

to turn off the thoughts,

the million nattering voices.

To look at the sky,

a gulp of cool air,

rain trickling down my face.

A draft of breeze,

lifting me,

making me sail.

Days upon nights,

of oblivion.

No voices in my ears,

no numbers on my face,

no tags on my neck.

—is all I dream of.