Sometimes you just wanna fly away but your wings are stuck

And arent ready to blossom so your stuck, stuck in reality somewhere you don't wanna be

But you put up with it because it isn't a fairytale so you ask yourself why

Why wont you let me be free and travel the world but again its reality

With 7 letters and 7 days of the week that you go through

Hopping its better than the last and will bring more hope to the next

But again its life with 4 letters just like fail

Because thats all that life has been doing lately

Failing me, taunting me with pain and more pain

Getting heavier and heavier on my heart

That im soon not gonna be able to take

So i ask again why, why my wings wont blossom


This poem is about: 
Our world


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