A Bird That Wants to Be a Plane

I'm jealous of these giant metawinds. I really wish they'd let me join their team. So I open up my beak to speak, but no one ever hears my screams. To them, I'm chicken-feeck because they don't understand what I aspire to achieve. Beyond the pretty pause and the subtlety of swaying reeds, I want to kiss the moon,. Cutting rain clouds over endless seas, bend the breeze, let it freeze - elements are of no consequence when you're forever free. You just wait and see.