a lone bird in the sky

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My feet just above the window from the top of the roof

If mother saw me from the window she'd surely scream

The rough brick surface, walls all seem so cold and aloof

From our neighbor's house come such aromatic steam

The wind is blowing out clothes from the clothing line

The sleeves waving and dancing in the sharp breeze

Wind through my hair as I watch the dull sun shine

So dull here, in this gray city where I could see no trees

I stare at the ground 30 ft below over 7 floors

Look up into the blue sky, the only color in this place

Is the sky just another ocean and its clouds its shores?

And birds just swimming in the sky in a celestial chase?

Perhaps we actually fly the sea and swim the sky

Perhaps we are forever children until we want to be adults

I stare into the blue sky and I watch as a lone bird fly by

Soaring above the clouds with no fear and with no halt

As a child I wanted to be that lone bird, flying so free

But now I realize that childhood dreams are like fairytales

Fairy tales too good to be true of mermaids in the sea

When we were children, not scared of falling of rails

I wish these dreams of being like a bird would come true

But as childhood fades away I realized they'd never come true

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