FREE

I wish I could fly

way up high to the sky

grab a shinning star

put it in a glass jar

bring it down with me

for the world to see

it's fading beauty

but then I'd set it free

so it woun't turn into me

a zombified shadow

so small and hollow

of the person I used to be

the one that smiled

like a small child

the one who had dreams

and a life of schemes

the opposite of this shell

empty, hollow and unwell.

There's no where else to hide

I am dead inside.

Maybe I'll revive

and learn to survive

if purpose is found

to keep me bound

to this cruel existence.

At a distance

I can see you there

happy and fair

smiling and waving

walking but not moving

a glimpse of hope

that helps me cope

with this misery

being set free

by the one I dream of,

and by love!