Phineas wished, for the two-thousand-three-hundred-and-twenty-third time, that he had a different name. His father was in the army, and the family moved fairly often. No, unfairly often. There was ... [+]
Mommy shouted loudly at the cage,
a little pity parrot is shivering with soundless squawks.
‘You are supposed to do what I want you to do!'
Daddy pointed at it madly,
a helpless parrot is imitating the instructions.
Being locked up in a cage for so long time,
already losing its instincts to fly high,
and freedom of choosing its own path.
My wonderful dream is ruined,
my future path is controlled,
living as a tamed pet.
When will they free me from prison?
Realizing how outstanding I am,
instead of forcing me to become part of the mainstream
One day,
I will break the chains,
and grow freely.