Free

My eyes spill tears of envy aimed directly at you

Your loose lipped smile rests comfortably without hinges

Eyes softer than the resting mother behind

Back relaxed on a ground affixed to uprooted soil

I'm looking at you through a tiny window pane

While I can't say for sure

That what's really going on inside

Isn't domestic abuse of the umpteenth

Physical and emotional pulling of teeth

A tragic heroine hiding behind a prevailing ray

I can say, of upmost certainty

That you look unbounded of all corporate chains

A truly free spirit, existing in some other atmosphere

You're floating above the ground, and I can't seem to reach you

Even if it's just a faint string, I desperately cling on

Take me, please take me

Into another stratosphere

Away from this muddied world filled with drabs of gray

Teach me how to at least look free

Even if I can never actually break away from these shackles beneath me

I want to at least be that which others can look and see

And realize, that they too desire to be free.