This is

The first page of

My Evolution

I grew up in a concrete cage. Looking out towards the sky I fell in love with the freedom outside. I question myself, "Who do you rely on to keep you alive?" Yet staring outside to view the lark, I told the caretaker, "Hey Mama, I have someone I like." He turned his head and smiled softly, muttering, "Congrats."

Over time I learned to communicate with the lark. He who teaches me to be kind but it's not enough. I didn't know how to express my thoughts so this journey continues. Out on the balcony I watch the lark grow up; he doesn't seem to see me. "Mama, Papa, and everyone,' I hear your words, "Your influence has enlightened me."

Today I approach the lark once again, yet this time my words stab you like a knife. For a second your face is blank. Then you did something unexpected; I haven't even pulled the knife out. Your face came close and your over confidence overwhelmed me. Why do you kiss the one that harms? Reading my mind, almost, you reply, in a round a bout way.

"If your hatred wounds, then please accept my breath to give your life meaning."

I realize that if my existence is to be influenced, then I am no more then a tank of compressed air. I'm free, I'm free, I'm free. From this day on he is no longer the lark with clipped wings. and from now on we'll just be two breaths walking.