The free flowing light of my window
And an air of quiet fortitude
Vow that I need to be free
And get things off my chest
For far too long my eyes lost their bearing
I’ve been a bird with no place to land
Flying aimlessly as if escaping hell
Going in circles like a kite in the wind
I know they say no one is perfect, but I’m perfect in my own way
I deserve to experience raindrops drizzling down my skin
As they dance through the dazzling sunlight
I yearn to identify them and feel them
I want and need an earful of sound advice
All to be seen through the gentle curved lens
My courage is insisting and pulling hard
To fight back into light and air
Aston kamunde 