freedom; for a fish to swim above the ice

for a bird to join the swans

on their journey north

what is charity anyway, when you do not live among

the ones you give to

I am as stuck as them

maybe more

sitting in my castle

the moat so big i cannot swim across

the walls too high 

because i wasn't born an eagle

do you think

i am better of

i long for rivers  full of pain

seeping into every crevice of my heart

it's not freedom, love or harmony

it's to feel a glimpse of freedom, while contained

to be fortunate enough to have known love in a world of hate

it's the harmony of the music i call life