I wish I was a bird.
Free to fly free to roam.
Without a care in the world.
Not worring where I'm going.
Happy just flying.
Higher and higher soaring the skies.
I wish I were a bird.
The open space.
Just to fly and be me.
To be happy soaring the skies.
Only I am no bird.
Reality cuts like a knife.
Everything hurts.
I am so sad.
I'm glad I'm not a bird. I can eat steak, cookies and cake, while they dine on things absurd.
amy, i like theline reality cuts like a knife. i found the poet in you here. keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish I was a bird, I have extreme periods which birds don't get.