Poem — I Want to Be Free

If there is such a thing.

How to be free? where are my wings? I dream about the outside but I am always in. Why is the clock always counting down? when I know that at the very end, I will still not be done.

Why can’t I abandon my projects? Why isn’t every day new? I want to name red rocks, Why should my interests be of any value?

I want to wander off, not have a map, sleep under a leaf, and never come back. Why did my mom not kick me from the nest? to fend for myself, and find my own friends?

Why can’t I go somewhere else? Why is everywhere a Burger king? Is there no challenge, no grit, no glory to keep living?

I want go, I want to leave, from unreal places and everyone fake, I want to f off, I want to srexit, Where is real freedom? Is there such a thing?

I am Sruthi Korlakunta.

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