To Be a Bird
I wish I could be a bird.
To just be able to fly away from it all and feel free.
To not have a string or a cage to hold me down or hold me back.
To feel the wind and the air currents under my wings.
To be able to soar high above it all.
To be able to look down on the humans and see their problems, not able to understand them because I live my simple life with a nest in a tree.
To not owe anything to anyone.
To be my own being without having others who constantly rely on me
to be that perfect role model.
To not be measured and compared to others who are nothing like me.
To have the freedom to be myself.
To live a life not based on what other people will think of me.
To not have to wear that innocent mask of purity over my beautiful face of experience.