It is not mine

It is not mine.

That life full of things.

Living someone else’s dream

With my wings caught in between

Those golden bars.

It is not mine.

That fate laid out before me.

Becoming but an object

In that seemingly perfect

Perverted fantasy.

It is not mine.

I leave it all behind.

Exchanging wealth for freedom

Now unchained and believing

In better things to come.