Birds


I am jealous of birds
In the most respectable way a human can be
They know where their final destination is
Unlike myself
Masters of the art of freedom
But in my emptiness
I find freedom
Freedom to figure out
Freedom to try
Freedom to dream a better dream
Freedom to sing a new song
Even if I am scared I must take a leap
A leap of faith
So I too can experience my first flight
With my new wings

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