Sometimes when I am in my own home
I feel like a guest
I need to get away to roam
Every now and again I know I am
the reason to jest
Maybe it's all in my head
But I feel as though I am a pest
That my life lacks any zest
I think I'd open my wings and them to spread
Simply to put it,
being a bird would be the best
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