Unrestricted To The Thousand Journey Poem by Enchanting Owl

The dawn is up, and water droplets are dancing in the bough.
Animals are waking, trees are taking a great vow.
Rivers are full of fish, the wind is singing up on the roof.
This is the definition of love, but it is aloof.

I'm gearing up for the horizon and flying to the moon.
Early to finish the tasks; nothing to do ‘til noon.
The slope is treacherous and tilted, pulled back by gravity.
Felt contrast from the norms and jailed in the world of quirky.

I want to be free and unbounded, but where is the right key?
Coaxing for the lawful aisle is like planting a tree.
Condemning life and its offer is like panting breathlessly.
Wanting to cajole acceptance, running endlessly.

Looking more confused, but who will be my guardian angel?
Asking for the answer; would someone like to tell me?
Death by a thousand cuts, wrapped in a blanket full of sorrow.
Uncertainty is crystal clear, I don't have tomorrow.

Do I need to put my pieces back? To put on a great show.
Umpire's more baffled, or should we let the cases go?
Want melody and rhythm to sing my patriotic song.
Taking the first step is hard; I believe I don't belong.