I think I want to be a bird
No, I can promise you haven't misheard
I wonder what it'd feel like to fly
To be up there with the cotton fluff that can go
from white to gray
Just to have one day to try
You're probably are asking yourself why
I think I'll do it in May
To spread my wings and let the wind
carry me away
However I won't let myself be led astray
I could be here one day and gone the next
We humans are far more complex
If and when I do take a prolonged text
I will gather all the things needed to make a nest
Being human is not all that bad
It just seems there is a lot more things that
make me sad or mad
There are things that make me glad
Maybe wanting to be a bird is the newest fad
Birds sing the prettiest song
But can they right their wrongs
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