Bird talk..

When i was a bird,

I could fly around the sky by dancing with the wind...

I had no brain and need not to think.

I dug my own shit coz i never knew what it was.

My wings were the most beautiful wings in the world.

Now I'm a human.
A clever idealistic human.
I need clothes.
I need to shave.
I need to look good.
I need education.
I need job.
I need money.
I need to buy food from other humans.
I need to pay for my water.
I need gadgets.
I need fuckin my own society.
I need fuckin war missiles.
I need everything.

Missing those old good days.

Now i own the air i used to dance,

I have a brain that will never stop thinking,

I care about every shit in the world,

And i have no wings to fly.

I miss those good old days in this journey of nowhere...