My Reality


Cinnamon Earls, Reporter


Do you ever feel like you were born in the wrong reality?
Born into world without choice, unconsciously roaming, told to listen. It only did harm.

But you had no choice.
Wings are clipped, they say its for our own good. But what good does it if we can’t fly?
Stuck confused in an endless loop.
Wanting to be reborn, wings grown big, in a world of our own creation,
in a world where the only thing that seems to be important is putting food on the table and tending the garden in the morn. Electricity was nothing but a dream, this is a true reality, how it should be, lute and instruments in hand, dancing and smiling in town square,
..bring me back to reality,

my reality.