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…

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