Meh

Would that I were a little bird

so high up in a tree. 

Soaring high as eagles

floating lightly as a bee. 

Would that I could sing a song

and flap my little wing, 

and find myself in some place new.

A brand new song to sing. 

Would that I could hide away 

in branches long and green

and when my heart begins to ache

fly off to sights unseen. 

But I am not a little bird

my lot, instead is cast

and life is nothing more or less

than pain wrapped in a mask.