I am being pushed through my day with no control over where I am going.
I struggle to be released from my shackles.
I cry and no one hears me.
Then finally, the straps that bind me are released.
And I am free.
I am free to run with the wind in my hair.
I am free to go where I please.
I am joyful and free.
|Now if only Mommy would stop chasing me.|