I Found

Found.

On the dry cement

Dry cement

Blares the bright sun

Blaring sun

I’ll go for sports

The sky is my limit.

The walls surrounding me

Feels like the air is getting thicker.

People in a rush

Pushing me around

Being pushed into signs.

My main objective is the door to freedom

Out of this place I want

I need out

Then out I must go.

Author's Note

Im not very good at this!