I asked my mother if I could fly,
She said that the sky will scorch your lungs and wings dry
I asked my father if I could walk,
He said that the earth will bleed you just to humor its rocks
I asked my brother if I could swim,
He said that the sea will drown you and this despicable will
I asked my sister if I could dream,
She said that those will corrupt your soul beyond belief
So I sat in my little nest for long
Watched the night turn day and day turn night like a record
One day my branch squeaked and my nest shattered,
For the first time I look around to see all of them unfettered
I then tried to fly and I tried harder to swim,
In tears, I tried to walk or only dream something
But I failed each time, my spirit was long shackled,
In the end, I realized – my time to leave was now ashen