He reached his hand out
As he tried to touch the sky
Trying to feel the freedom
Before he lay down to die.
The warmth of the sun
And coolness of the breeze
Made his body feel as if
It could do as it please.
He stared downward
And did not like the sight
There was no justice here
It just wasn't right.
He remembered a childhood
Where he ran boundless and free
A memory clouded by age
One unable to see.
But he holds out hope
That soon life will end
He will once again run
He will be free once again.
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