To be a bird and fly away
Up where problems are distant and no one is asking for anything
To be the wind, eternal and a dancer in the skies, going wherever it wants with no boundaries
To be the ocean in all its majesty, strong and relentless, committed to it’s course over and over again
Another life beckons but the call is faded into the background, muted against a backdrop of pain, needs, necessities and duties
If I were a bird where would I fly away to?
If I were the wind where would I gather my current gentle or rough?
If I were an ocean would I swallow my own self up or stick to my routines, well versed and ready for anything?
Another reality awaits for me, I can almost see it, almost smell it, is it all smoke and mirrors of my own wishing?
A bird doesn’t care, it doesn’t worry like I do, it has a perspective I can never have with my feet on the ground.
Tonight in my dreams I will fly away.
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