Bird
Oh to be a bird!
To soar and dive
over mountains
and oceans.
To be free,
to know no bounds.
To have no one to answer to.
To see such beauties
and have no responsibility!
I can only dream.
Gravity is my prison,
humanity
is my boundary.
I watch them fly,
fly right past me.
Soar and dive.
But mountains are
high.
Oceans are
deep.
Freedoms attained seem
less desirable.
Having no one to answer to,
is to have no one at all.
Views seen often,
lose their enchantment.
Beauty isn't always
beautiful.
Responsibility isn't always
responsible.
What fun
is it to run,
if no one is chasing.
So I dream
dream dream dream
dream.
I don't just walk
through the world,
I walk in the world.
I don't just look,
I see.
Because I could be a bird,
flying and diving
over mountains and oceans
dreaming of something else
to be.
