Oh – how must it feel to soar like a bird
Painting pictures wafting through open skies
Breeze sifting through your shoulders
Must be nice, to be a bird you’d think
Failing to realize the trick your wicked mind plays
In wanting to be elsewhere but here
Look just a bit closer and you’ll find
How in wanting you perceive a tainted reality
One that even the bird never sees
You can choose to dream or learn to surrender
For in every moment there’s a quiet opportunity
To recognize that you’re already that bird
If you want to be
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