11:12 am to Bossier City

By Malik Hampton

Where the light shines

I will own what Attracts my eyes

I envy the freedom where under a bird's wings lie

To be able to move and glide

Put all worries aside, and change in an instant

Where you decide to reside

But with that comes the flock

Are they really free or burdened with an innate clock?

Is there such a difference between them and me? 

I plan to be free but do you think a bird ever planned to be me?

The courage to say no and fly solo doesn’t come free

The confidence to walk alone with no company

The heart to follow yours to the depths or heights that were meant to be

But then again, is it the bird or me that envies the individuality?

The internal conflict  is the greatest to wrestle

There is good in me

There is evil in me

What to do when faced with resistance is still a war internally

I’ll cross that bridge when it comes, I’ll decide once it’s in front of me. 

Is that me making the evil decision already?

Or hoping the conscience my parents instilled in me will sprint for victory?

Do you think the bird really envies me? 

Or is it me who isn’t quite yet  ready to be free?

By Malik Hampton