someday, i will fly like a bird—
where freedom is chained,
locked with my own keys;
and trapping you with my love.

a devotion that knows no boundaries—
a vow from your heart to mine,
sealing our trust, within our hands;
not by complicated standards and norms.

we don't need to appease their approval;
we are bound to be a free bird—
where we mitigate the horizon,
that is broad but blurring some clarity.

contrived propositions, preconceived pursuits;
ruin ourselves to make mistakes.
it subsides our tolerance of slavery—
and loosen our agony of gratification.

i do want to be boxed,
i want to carve my own box;
and use it as my fate,
to be a hummingbird i deeply aspire.