Monday, July 26, 2010

Be free or be me?

I wonder how it'd be
To be anywhere but here
And anyone but me

Wishing to live a life of another
To be neither a girl, a friend or a sister
Soaring the skies on a beautiful day
Hiding low when the clouds turn grey

How would you like to be a bird?
Wear beautiful feathers instead of this shirt
To chirp and tweet and sing all day
And show the world that all is gay

Lift off at will and land where you please
Friends with the wind, at one with the breeze
See the world from way up above
A beautiful sight i'm sure you'd love

To travel the world with a pair of wings
And not bother your mind with petty things
Like worry about your bed being messy
And your mom yelling for not being tidy

But then i thought and pondered again
Being a bird, well it isn't that grand
On second thought it wouldn't be nice
Feeding on worms and not on rice

There's always a downside to flying so high
Things that would make a bird sit and sigh
Like being shot down and cooked in a stew
Or being blamed for the avian flu

So i guess in the end i'd like to be me
And not a bird perching in a tree
As much as i want to fly and be free
There's no place like here and no one like me


The end.

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