The Free


Clung to a wall

With others just like it,

One day, he decided to break free.

The puffed clouds called him,

Come move with us.

The blue sky said,

Aren't you bored

Of hanging out with the stuck ups?

He pondered and analysed

All the pros and cons.

Won't the others laugh at me,

For being happy when I'm not

Supposed to be?

My nature is to stay in a place

And grow and fulfill and obey.

But the mischievous wind

Gave him a push and for once,

He had no excuse.

So he broke into a jig

And danced and moved.

Jumped up high and felt so new.

Then settled back again,

Hoping no one saw him,

No one did.

And he smiled a creepy smile,

Just like creepers do.

Not really a wallflower anymore.

Just a live-in-the-moment kind of guy.

And promised himself he would do

Something free every day some more.

Maybe this time laugh with the moon.

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