the bird can fly away only if it wants..

who am i to cage or break such subtle wings

let the tongue say what it wants..stinging murals of words pieced along the cement wall of consiousness

weakened with age..some watch it crumble..smile through bitterness

let the eyes darken with disapprovel, eyebrows furrow in anger or disappointment

who am i to blind or shield such harsh eyes from the sights..all over..

who am i to beg for sleep and feel it when it never comes..

slow just down..