"The past is history, the future a mystery, but the now is a gift...that's why it's called the present"
Trapped
January 16, 2009No chains to hold me down The sky, no boundaries
The sea, limitless
I go where I please
The air
fresh and clean
The wind
it feels like freedom
The water
cool and clean
The waves
refreshing on the beach
I yearn for what
I cannot have
I dream of where
I cannot go
Freedom, aspiration
Hope and Desire
They mean nothing
because I am trapped
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