I wish I could fly like a bird

Similar to that of Peter Pan

He would come and take me away

Away, away to Neverland

In Neverland I can be and do whatever I want, when I want.

Never to worry, never to care, never to know if my life is going anywhere

I wish I was a bird on a wing

For that, I could go and do anything

But now I feel isolated and alone

Like nothing ever matters, horses are my only real home

College degrees don't mean nothing to me

Because even with all those things, all that education and such

It doesn't mean a single thing

Education and more is not what I seek

Happiness and carefree childish nonsense should be at the top of my peek

Fly, fly away

Cause I've always heard that the grass is always greener on the other side, but then I take a look back at my life and wonder.

Is my life actually considered a life?

Is there more to it than this?

Are there things in my life more than I can see?

How can I see my life as anything?

Anything more than what it appears to be.

My life appears to be set in stone

Although my mom and dad keep telling me that I'm not going to have the same pathetic "starter-job" forever, I sadly know deep down they're wrong.

Who knew not being able to drive and being nervous out of my mind when it came to just having a normal job interview would limit so much? I am at my wit's end!

I don't know myself anymore.

I thought I was up to go to college, but I was wrong.

The only thing I want now is hopefully one day become a Jockey. But that is easier said than done.

I have Cerebral Palsy and although that doesn't really matter, where I live makes it almost impossible to find any sort of job—a job that I like that is.

All I want to do is be like Don Wildman in my favorite TV Series Mysteries at the Museum

I wish I can be more open to my mom and dad about—well, maybe not so much about this. But more about how I feel about my life and about my college ACC stuff, but still—if I even manage to get the chance. I'm not so sure that they would listen.

I've honestly thought about this and I won't lie I have said over and over that all of these things that I wish I could do, I can't do them—not in this life—at least.

Maybe if I had the opportunity and really was able to live somewhere else, I could say differently.

My thought process is often quiet and speaking about how, what, and why I feel this way is at oftentimes not easy. If I ever talked to my parents about this; I don't know, would they even understand OR would they just simply brush it away?

I know I've tried to brush things away before only to have my mom and dad surprisingly find out, one way or another.

Although I was lucky enough to get the glorious opportunity of riding a horse—I've never really felt truly happy.