Dear Santa
I have written one of these in a while, I suppose in my sheltered life I haven't done much, that's why I wanted to know Santa, even if I have grown up from that soft brown hared boy you are still out there, sadly I believe it, Santa, please listen.
What I'd like this year
Is the ability to make my own choices
It isn't exactly freedom
Since I would be imprisoning myself to the public
I would be acting as one of them
Conforming
But I would like my own choices
Some things just happen
I would like to go back to the store
And see her
If only for a moment, or a second
I don't understand myself
This world of mine
It's strange and I don't know
I have always been with Akito
Taking care of her
I feel sad that these are the binds that tie me to the world
But that's what my world is
I don't understand this
A world in which I can't make choices
Was that what I was born into?
Why can't I make these choices
Just because I have been released
Have my birds wings been cut off
Deep down I still remain part of the Zodiac
As a sad little bird
I was released because I thought it was good
Now my wings are vanished
They have fallen off
Because they say that I am not a bird
Yet inside
I am caged
A single bird in a cage
Unsure about the world
So Santa, I wish for my life to be run
By myself
To go where I choose
To like what I choose
To take a career
And a job
I'd like to find some opportunities
That are out there waiting for me
But before I can do that
I need to make my own choices
So please Santa
Give me the rights to decide for myself
What my life means
Kureno Sohma