...to me, to what I was, to what I am being caught into, for so long...
Wanted to fly... but I've been held down. When I dared to raise my wings to get away... of you, of myself, there has always been
something someone one dragging me down... to suck away my strength to move on... God, how... mortal, could I be??
This is me, the same student of life, the same day-dreamer, who hopes in finding an escape, in a moment of extreme self-criticism.