The carousel horse gazed at me with sadly vacant eye

And whispered softly in my mind; I wish that I could fly

Instead of going round and round and round �?/SPAN>

And then the rocking horse spoke up, I wish that I were you;

You’re blessed in that you get to see an ever changing view

I’d rather that than bouncing up and down �?/SPAN>

But the marionette murmured sadly, I wish I had your springs;

I only get to dance around when someone pulls my strings -

What point is there in being someone’s clown?

 

Then from a tiny gilded cage I heard the sweetest song

The golden notes sang clear to me; I think they have it wrong -

Things are not always as they seem to be;

I saw the wings so cruelly clipped, the tiny flightless bird,

Who gladly sang within her cage and uttered not a word

Of what she’d lost and things she’d never see.

She sang a song of love and joy for everyone to hear

And people came from far and wide. I brushed away a tear,

For still I saw a bird who was not free.

 

But later on I reached a point I thought I understood;

From every situation you can find something of good

If something good is what you think you’ll find;

But if you always think that someone else has so much more -

Your expectations will be met �?you always will be poor:

Our limitations forge the chains that bind.

So many things we cannot change except our point of view:

Perhaps in hope the captive finds a liberty that’s true -

And freedom may be just a state of mind.

 

Elfstone  ©2004