Free

Seeing the open fields,
trees dancing with the air
feeling the summer breeze,
hearing the bursting waves

Wild imaginations,
lonely heart
Being far from the dream,
seems to tore me apart

I'm sitting here,
staring into nothingness
thinking of the lovely paradise,
wishing for the happy life.

What is it like,
to be out from the empty room?
to say what you think?
to say what you want?

What is it like to be free?