The world is an open book

each country another page-

as I hide in my cozy nook

I cannot control my rage

for I am locked up in a room with no power to leave

you see, I am no yet of age and cannot fly out of my safe nest.

but I dream crazy dreams of England, Frabce, Germany...

There is so much to see! 

but alas... I can't 

not yet.

Soon... I will grow wings and fly far from the place made safe with warmth and love

I will go back- eventually- to tell those I care for my multitudes of tales