This oppressive air is going to be the death of me.
It’s already killed my spirit and it’s quickly taking my soul.
If I had lived, really lived, when I was freer would I still feel like this?
I believe this is what people call regret.
I wish I had never met that devil of a feeling.
My clipped wings have never felt so tight and I worry they’ll never be full in flight again.
There’s no sense fighting it right now.
I can’t see any form of freedom in even my far off future.
I fear I’ll have no urge to live once I have true freedom.
Can someone breathe new life into me?
Can something free these clipped wings?