I want to be able to perch
on a power line
and watch the world pass.
I envy the people in planes
and the birds.
A world of discontent
beneath my wings,
Tired and stale days,
breadcrumbs, fading away
To be a wallflower or a
vine, growing in the shadows,
Just watching the rest
unfold.
I want to believe in freedom
and no agenda,
To fly freely,
Like the birds
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