Freedom

Freedom is only but a dream. A luxurious wish and greed. I wish I’d be as subordinate as the world wishes me to be. With droopy eyes and hanging tongue, I run, if loyal I’d come undone.

Then when my anger makes you yawn, my horns twist in forms that you knew not so you do dare to stare. Furiously my feet spoon the earth, back go the grains and to the filth I do give birth.

Then back I go where I came from, I stick my neck out to breathe and my movements are rather slow, two vertical smiles on each side keep me alive. I cannot run, I cannot walk, I can only try to escape from their lock.

Then when my arrow becomes the cruellest I do believe, let your heart be the target of today’s hunt. I hunt you; you hunt me, and then blue becomes red, what an irony!

From blue to blue changes the scenery, the fluffy white leads me here. I flip, I flap, upon my fall your son does bet, but my one wish is to succeed.

Against all odds I am still here, swirly swirls above me, I pull it in with my long organ, I take, you give, I feed, one lives. I carry in my pouch something new. A touch and I am dust so do not let him see me!

Oh no, I can’t believe, she holds me prisoner of her greasy fingers and next to something warm and bright she holds me, I’m as stressed as I have ever been, I have convulsions; I want release.

She is horrified and drops me back to my element as my colours burn in both sides of me.