I look on the free and clear,

my veins run green with envy,

I covet what is yours as my own.

I need it, I can almost taste it,

a bitter bile builds behind blurred eyes,

and all sense of direction disappears,

leaving the flock lost,

and this sheep lonely.

You did it,

escaped these constraints,

the weight of responsibility,

now you fly on and free,

I raise my talons,

pleading,

please, please leave behind the key.