I think I'm a tree...
I haven't moved an inch in years,
I stopped feeding my dreams and fears,
I love the wind between my leaves,
The soothing peace it sometimes brings...
I think I'm a tree...
I'm craving for the high blue sky,
To join the careless butterflies,
The bumblebees that are so free...
But I cannot. I'm just a tree...
I think I'm a bird...
I live my days in a small cage,
I have no sorrows and no rage,
I only take what I'm being thrown
I have no power of my own.
I think I'm a bird...
I sing off key some shady rhymes,
I chirp along from time to time,
I stare at the wide open door,
Can I just fly? Not anymore...
But you know what? I'm not a tree.
I can still move, I can be free.
I spread my wings cause I'm a bird
That wants to fly and to be heard.
Turns out that I can rise and shine,
Leaving the comfort zone behind
And heading to fulfil some dreams
To learn some new songs. So it seems...