I wish I could be a bird,
Gliding high and above,
The sky; my garden,
And the earth my haunt.
Detached will I be from,
these human emotions,
like a ethereal body,
will I be floating around; weightless.
Survival of the fittest,
shall be my only mantra,
devoid shall I be ,
of any petty feelings.
I shall fly high and cut through the winds,
And glide through the mesmerising clouds,
For then I would know the word 'freedom',
For then I would finally release my 'spirit'.
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