To be free...what is it really?

Birds fly,
People die,
Sun shines,
And the world moves on.
When will I be the one who flies,
The one to die?
When will my time come?
My time to shine?
I look up, maybe for me never.
I look down, maybe for me forever.
My pulse is racing,
On the floor my feet are pacing.
My hands bend down and are lacing
my stupid shoelace.
As I stand to finish my pace,
It is the window I now face.
Opening it,
I climb to the edge,
My feet stick over the thin ledge,
Making me scoff.
It was then I decided to jump off.
I am free,
Free to fly,
Free to shine,
And free to die.