4 May 2012
I have antlers yet I am not a Deer, I roam the forest yet I am not free, I drink from the river yet my thirst is not quenched, I smile but I am not happy, I run from the hunters when they come, I cry when they are near I fear for the others, why am I not free help me be, let me be, can I not be?
Deer. • Opuss № I