By David Green

I wish that I could be a bird, and see the world thru airborne eyes,
For I grow tired of crafting words, and hiding truth in pretty lies…
I’d gladly lose the power of speech, I never know just what to say,
I’d rather learn instead of teach, the wind would send me on my way –
And whisper secrets we once knew when we were free from others’ lies,
Deception with our language grew, my education makes me cry…
So I will cleanse my soul and fly with blissful heart and empty mind,
Don’t talk to me, don’t bother to try, for I will leave my body behind…
So if it seems my life is gone, do not worry, do not cry,
My soul is flying, on and on, silent, happy, no more lies…

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