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My home's my castle and my dreams-

my breath of easy reach.

My shoulders are too fragile,

but I put on stronger wings and try...

I try to spread them free inside

my dome, my fort, my bastion, but

I can't deny the wanted freedom,

the destiny to spread

beyond two thousand square feet.



Light sneaks in with early kitty steps,

with which I’d like to play for longer,

before I merge into the spinning circle

of another day.

Restraint behind the wheel,

I feel the breeze bypassing,

leaving  me sustained

with cup of uninspired coffee,

and singled-out provoked pretence.



Canned inside the elevator

we are slowly crawling up,

but inside me wants to scream,

to bang the doors to open.

We couldn't possibly be reaching far-

above stiffed substance and exhausting suits

is the cement ceiling burying the stars.



I know my shadow is gone at night,

when thousand ripples from within

are blasting free.

I let the rain wash off my worries;

the moon- embrace my tired eyes.

It’s only me beyond the chains,

beyond the old allusions,

into the open sky-

I fly.