The birds are seen high.
They are using their wings, fast and strong.
The birds are in the sky, and I sit here looking up to them.
I want to be like you.
You are not down often.
When you are on the ground, you go back up to soar and fly high.
I am like the birds, always maintaining my imagination and aliveness.
Because that is a good way to keep living light.
Because society is becoming more strict, less kind and cruel.
And you do not know cruel, you fool.
I scoff at times, but then stumble back in line.
I am like a rogue, am instagram pose…
All the while, living, while some are merely just existing.
I feel alone, I feel like Plato in his allegory of the cave.
And I try to awaken the slaves.
Harsh, I rethink, and I then, rewrite with respect…
Empathy is what is truly, truly, best…
