Watch the kite Flying in the sky That's me up there Floating on by See the string That keeps it down? That's my cage To which I am bound One day I'll break free Spin out of control Nothing to stop me And nowhere to go
See that painting? That's me right there A surface of colors Contained in a square Seen and ignored As you walk past How long have I lingered? How long will I last?
One day I will break One day I might fall I can't stay here forever I can't always stand tall I should run away Before I go insane To a place where I exist Where I'm allowed to feel pain Empty, empty A hollow shell The crumbling rocks Under a broken well
Let me go Let me run free I want to be happy Just let me be You can't trap me forever With your rules and your dreams I've kept them long enough It's time I was me
(Denis Florence MacCarthy (May 26, 1817 - April 7, 1882) was an Irish poet, translator, and biographer)