Willing Bars

There was a time I felt like flying,

Like I was the nightingale that soared the twilight sky,

Trying to run away from my nest that beholds my problems and sorrow,

I was free and bold,

I was a scavenger of my own freedom,

Now I’m in a cage,

Imprisoned like a bandit,

And somehow I loved the bars of my cells,

Maybe because it was the veins of your loving heart.

a.k.