Freedom

I sat in the conference room, scribbling on my notepad.
My eyes fell on the large window and saw a bird take flight in the air towards the clear, open sky.
I suddenly felt like escaping from the room, join the bird and see where it goes.
How it feels like to be free and fly away to any destination I want, to see what lays beyond the skies,
to find a reason why we cannot be free like the birds.
What stops us? What holds us back?
Is it the illusion that we are already free or is it the society that frowns upon freedom?
Just when I was thinking I can become a great poet, my manager reminded me of the report which was due and I came out of my reverie.