Writing...

And I will open of my life the pages
As from my body I'll open my wings
And I will fly under the skies
And I will fly above the seas!
I will not stand still
Because I don't want to stand alone
I would rather stand solely
While being on my own
Not while surrounded by the eyes,
Of people that don't see
And don't have a soul!
Maybe those eyes have a heart
But neither heart or those eyes
Ever look at the real me...
But I am not upset, 
my tears are not for such cause
My tears are for me...
For the golden cage
That I so blinded flew in
And I became a slave
Of the life that was my choice...
My destiny was written
And of course I went along
And I tried and I tried
To find happiness and joy
And I gave of myself
What was required
But leaving me empty and alone!
I have paid my dues
I have giving it all and more
But my chance is now
A chance of my own
To write and keep flying
To where? I don't know
But I will write more and more
My new destiny is being written
As I write these words...
I am thinking and planning
In which path of life will go
There are periods and comas
And lots of question marks
But my life will be a poem
And a great and full delight...
A great book, maybe just quotes
Perhaps an incredible novel
Or maybe just a biography
For others to or not to follow...
That will be my life
It will be rich in my own meaning
There will be lovely sentences
That will finally have a feeling
I will write and keep on writing
Until there are no more thoughts
Or no more paper nor ink
And will keep on doing so
Flying to a life of my own
Inspired till my last words....
THE END...