Poetry: We Are Not the Same, Life

We Are Not the Same

I'd like to enjoy the sunshine

And feel it's wrath upon my cheek

But you're holding me down

Inside this tiny bubble

As you have to butterflies in jars

You like these prisons - made of glass

And like to hold capture

what you can't have

I am unattainable to you

And you to me

No life to live together; for a butterfly and a bird

Though we both may fly;

Soaring high through tattered clouds

We are not the same

Don't keep me locked up

I need to break free

just let me break free