As the wind rushes by the trees,
The birds go chirping, buzz go the bees,
And the salty air lingers by the seas.
Though I yearn to touch the sun,
And wish to have some fun,
I am trapped and cannot run.
Run from darkness I desire,
But I'm already consumed by this deadly fire,
And am trapped in my room like a flat tire.
The doors are wide open an no chains hold me in place,
But I'm just tired of running this way-too-long race,
And I no longer want to face,
This "wonderful" world of greed and no grace.
Trapped I am and trapped I'll stay,
For the world refuses to change its ways,
And I can't handle anymore false rays,
Plus I can't do anything to help anyways.
This is a poem on a person who gave up on the world and just stays trapped in his/her room. Hopefully, this person isn't you because it's us who can change this world if we really try. :)
