I’m falling.
The day I died was 18 years ago on February 13, 1993. I’ve been waiting to live again.
They’ve clipped my wings. I wasn’t always like this you know. I used to not give a shit. Everything was limitless, until one day I woke up in a home - in a cage. One day I won’t have to dream of taking flight. One day it will come. And that day, will be the best day of my life.
Dream on. I guess I always will. I guess that’s all a caged bird can do. Look out between the bars and wish for the best.
