Free

Have you ever wanted to be something so unimpressing as a plasticbag?
Yeah, of course I realize that this isn't exactly the greatest compliment; to be compared to something made entirely of plastic, used to contain other people's crap... Its not like I want to be artificial. But really... Have you never envied the object for it's ability to simply drift away, carried by just a light wave of a breeze?
Have you never envied it for lingering in the rays of the sun, lazily and  contently?
I want to feel nature. I want to get carried away and dance with the wind, I want to bathe in the scent of newly cut grass and I want to fall asleep to a lullaby from the birds, warmed by the sun on blue sky. I need to get carried away.
The case is...
I want, for I need. And I need, for I miss.
So...
I cry, for I do not have what I need, nor what I miss.