Who am I?
I am the bird of whimsy
I am the bird of no care
Every inch of my tail tells a story
Every feather, my glory
I fear no weather, no ocean, no land
I fear nothing, except man
Man is the reason I continue to fly
Man, who hunts my coat, and looks for me in the sky
I have never known what its like to be wanted
I have never seen another, one of kind, my tail flaunts it
But I like being alone, me, myself and I
But I wonder why I was made to be alone, they say I should find the cat in the bowtie
I am not alone, I am free
I am not alone, no one knows what its like to be me-
Free
-Matt Wright
