I want to be a bird
The bird that drinks a lot; gets drunk and flies; hits the wall and remains full of joy, full of lust
I want to be a bird
The bird that joins the race; flies high to sky, flaps wings, maneuvers left and right, rises, falls
I want to be a bird
Like Sufis sing who like bees, move body, go around, feeling God under the skin, singing-loud
I want to be a bird
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