I wanna be free, not tied by the head, shoulders, knees and toes.
I’m shackled to my desk trying to get this of my chest.
Lectures, conjectures, figuring out crazy inscriptions, mathematics, logic, psychotics.
Wanting to just shut my mind off, stop thinking, just go with the flow.
I wanna be free, like a bird, a falcon or an eagle soaring high in the sky.
Flying over fields of grass, so low my feet graze the straws, or so high grazing the stars becomes a possibility.
I’d hide out in a hut made out of straws and mud in the rainforest, a fortress just for me, imagine soldiers trying to take over my wall of boulders.
A gust of cold wind flutters in, drops of water splatters on my face. I bring my wings further in, tightly around my body. Feeling just a little bit lonely. I seriously need a hobby or a mate, Anyway. Doesn’t matter. I’m so tired. Sleep.
The sun is shining, so hot, so blinding, my feathers ruffled and I’m so puzzled/dazzled. An oasis, water in the faaaaaaar, or not. I cannot bare this any longer, I might die from hunger. Scavenger over me.
A caravan passing by, with its different pots and pans, spices and fragrances, drums and Baskets full of water! Their cloth and jewelry. I follow the drums and night breaks in. A big fire is lit, stories are told and shared, drums hit. I listen to the sweet poetry and quietly drift off into the night, belly filled.
I’d spread my wings, a storm brewing up, strong gusts of wind the waves high. A ship riding on the waves, like a roller-coaster. Th next minute everything is calm a lazy gust wraps itself around my feathers like a soft hug.
I reach the coast, large riffs, a light tower in the distance. A fisher boat floating on the water, fishing lines overboard. One of my cousins snaps up a fish still flapping on the deck. Full beak ahead. I’m pretty hungry myself. Watching the sun set in the water, the stars singing hello. Clouds brewing up, a stronger wind waves now, it starts to drizzle, even colder now. It starts to snow, the white glitter, stuck in my feathers glittering in the light of street lamps. My feathers frozen. I land near a large window, a bit warmer now. Inside a family of 7 sitting around the television watching Lilo and Stitch. A baby laughing in the lap of her father, wildly reaching in the air, staring at me, with her cute eyes. And 2 older girls, one seemingly about to sleep on the legs of her father , the other watching with rapt attention, now laughing out loud at the scene her brothers are making. A reenactment in big style. The whole family falls to giggling.
Sooo, I won’t go into a new topic today, that’s the end of the lesson. Do you have any questions? Okay, you’re free to go.