The free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wings

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with fearful trill

of the things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill 

for the caged bird

sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn

and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom. 

- Maya Angelou, Caged Bird

     I once thought I had a beautiful future life planed and dreamed for me, as everybody else has:
A good job, marriage, a big family, a divine physical appearance, a fast car, parties, lots of money, being famous... 

     How often do I dream and work toward meeting objectives in order to have one or more of these things achieved in my future?

"Get a job. Go to work. Get married. Have children. Follow fashion. Act Normal. Walk on the pavement. Watch TV. Obey the law. Save for your old age. Now repeat after me: I AM FREE"

    But who assures me that these are the things that will make me feel fulfilled and "happy"? Are my dreams and ambitions really worthy of being called mine?

Unknowingly, my whole life, concepts of beauty, happiness, freedom, were all implanted at some point. Society, government, or whatever is controlling us, with tools such as media, or somewhere along the way... I lost myself!

     And only a couple years ago I realized how much of "me" I really am (Or rather am not), and how little I can be within the limits are imposed.

FREEDOM ? Will I ever be able to call it mine?
Are my dreams, desires, likes and hates really mine or were they the ones implanted by others?

Now I see how brainwashed I've been... Still am... But I'll stop it!

Whatever it takes, even detachment seems like a good option in some sort, into achieving this kind of power, because only then I am free to evolve myself... Who knows, will I attain peace? freedom? Will I then be able to say that  this life as really mine?