Thinking With Fun

I cannot say all is well As I cower beneath a turtle shell With blind-folded eyes Let's ignore the hell When life throws at you trash Catch it, be brash I grow wings but cannot fly For all the fears in me Fed time and again Till they become a one-eyed monster Appearing in my sleep Oh, where do I flee? Tongues are long and free I cannot see the sunlight Kissing the top of the tree For I'm too lost in my fight Weighed beneath a quilt Of unseasoned doubts Why do I feel tied in a rope With no will to untie the knots Will I walk the road with a smile Like that of the new born Unaware of the thorns Will they lower their gazes awhile If they don't like me or my kind Could I be a bird That trills without fear Of the hunter.