I Need To Be Free To Soar and Fly

Control, strict control is the bane of my soul,
I need to be free, to stretch, then soar and fly,
I don’t like to live my life in a goldfish bowl;
But in water you can't see any tears I cry.

Serious, serious, not all serious,
I want to throw back my head and laugh out loud,
Don’t want to be stuffy, appear imperious;
For I’ll never be a sheep, just one of the crowd.

I’ll always be my own person, stay quite unique,
I do not wish to write in only one specific style,
I want to paint pictures in words, make you seek
to understand, transport you in dream for a while.

Cautious, cautious, why should I be more cautious?
I know that I have messages now locked up inside,
at times emotions make me feel almost nauseous.
I must find strength, always speak out, not hide.

Anxious, anxious, why should I keep fears within?
It helps to relieve them; if I release and portray
my messages; for me not to do so would be a sin.
Interpretation's personal and never only one way.

Visions, visions, why should I try to see each word?
I can never relax: I want my verbal pictures seen
it is important that my emotion can be transferred
for I want the readers to see what I really mean.

Higher, higher, tell me why should I aim higher?
I'll aim for the stars; if I then reach halfway
I need freedom to soar, fly, my readers inspire
Let my pen take the lead to enlighten their day.