Someone Once Asked

Someone Once Asked

Someone once asked
That if I was a bird
If I would take flight
And never return

Someone once asked
That if I was a fish
If I would swim to the depths
And never return

Someone once asked
That if I was the wind
If I would blow down the trees
And never return

Someone once asked
That if I was the moon
If I'd choose to face the side
That never saw the sun

Someone once asked
That if I had all the answers
If I would hold them from others
And keep them as secrets

Someone once asked
What it's like to be depressed
And to them
I'd answer this:

It's never being able
To take flight
To be free
To feel the breeze
To just be me

To never really feel the sun
And keep too many secrets
And harbor too much hate
And feel as if you have no control
Over your mind, over your life, and over your fate.

And then I'd ask them to mind their own damn business.