Unfulfilled wishes

I want to touch the sky like the branches of the Hyperion tree.

I want to touch the depth of the earth like the roots of that same tree.

I want to be free like the river flowing to the ocean.

Sometimes I burn my old self and ego with the rays of the sun.

Still, I am longing to shine like subtle shadows of the moon.

But I’m bound to this thing called life burdened with uncontrollable situations.