Boredom has consumed me, regurgitated me, and then consumed me once again.

I move and I play,
Yet never am I free,
I dangle by these strings,
Does no one listen to me?

I scream and I shout,
My voice unheard,
Chained by these threads,
Forced to watch the world.

The freedom of a bird as it soars through the skies,
Unbound to the earth, unlike me or I,
Liberated, unshackled, free, untied
Oh, how I wish - how I wish - to fly.