Bird

One day a bird came to me.
Sat on my shoulder you see.
I couldn’t understand what it meant.
By the time I knew, it already went.
I don’t spoke it’s language, you know
I just walked along its wonderful flow.
While wandering along the blue coloured see.
I felt a sudden sadness all over me.
The bird came to me and whistled in its way.
I could only stare while it flew away.
What on earth did the bird say to me.
I thought its words could set me free.
I’m lying, you know, this is all a big lie.
I’m already dead and didn’t even die.
The bird didn’t tell me any new word.
Just pointed out that everybody can hurt.
It’s not the bird that is setting us free.
I need no stranger when it comes to you and me.
Not any existing beautiful bird can give us wings to fly away.
In this crazy world we’re just all going astray.
I think my bird told me : freedom you make yourself.
It’s not a good thing to all hide in a shelf.
Make your own wings and fly,fly,fly.
We’re the only ones who can turn a grey in blue sky.
Take me away to your blue sky.
Take my hand and let us fly.
Take the trouble out of my wings.
So I can fly to better things.