Only If I've Wings.

I am tired of living within the fences of limits,
And yet suffocated in-out in this sophisticated place.

I wonder how it’s like to have wings to fly.
I wonder how it’s like to have voice to roar.

Or is it a time that transform everything slowly?

Sometimes how I wish to photograph the lonely and naked night,
The only most part when you swim in the ocean of freedom.

Haven’t you wonder how it’s like to be a bird in a naked sky?
Or a free flowing stream down through the valley?

I share those open naked sky,
I share those open naked valley,
With those winged and formless.
But still I feel clothed.