Fluttering Pages

The book flips open, struggling.
The lines blur.
The pages rip from their bindings;
Unable to stay confined,
To the way they were made;
Just like me.

The pages flutter in the wind,
As they try to escape.
Jagged ends, they know;
They can't be the same.
But they don't care;
Just like me.

I don't care.
I want to be free. And fly.