The wind through the willows
The birds through the windows
As free as the clouds, the grass, the sea
But here I be
Unable to fly and unable to see
Left in the dark with a lock but no key
The bees know to buzz and the trees know to sway
But how can I find my own way?
They say to have peace
But it’s all just a tease
Something unachieved
I feel as though I’m trapped
In chains, I am wrapped
Is it an impossible feat?
No way to win, unable to retreat
So here I remain
The same as I came
The wind through the willows
The birds through the windows
About the Creator
Ivy Spruell
I'm fourteen years old and want to inspire people through words. In a broken world moving fast, it can be hard to make a lasting impression and I believe you're never too young to start. I hope you enjoy my content!
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