The Truth Will Not Subside

Whenever I wake up and look up at the sky,

I wish that I could be a bird and just go up and fly.

But the truth is that I’m human,

and that will not subside.

Everything will change,

once I go up high.

I could then see the earth, far from up away,

I could sit on top of trees,

and hover by the bays.

I would the have a nest, away from everyone,

and then I would pick on bullies, all of them one by one.

If I could have a wish, it would be to fly.

Then I could see all the birds, really close by.

But the truth is that I'm human,

and that will not subside, 

The truth, will not subside.