Through Another’s Eyes


If I were a bird, I would fly high
At midnight, into that starry sky.
But since I don't have wings
Or feathers, or a beak to chirp,
I am looking through another's eyes.
Flying with the breeze against my skin,
No feathers make it extra thin.
Feeling the moisture of the clouds,
I am soaring high and proud.
Feeling someone else's emotions,
Thinking someone else's notions-
I am looking through another's eyes.

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