I don't have wings
But I wanna know the feeling when a bird flies.
On the first day of spring ,
I wanna free myself from all the ties.
Migrating from one place to another,
The places I have been having my worn out feather.
My destination is nowhere ,
I just want to explore.
Why be knowing anyone ,
When I can know myself little more.
Thinking about bad weather can stop me from flying ,
I'll trust my feather and I won't stop trying.
One day I will fall and I want to fall like a feather.
Not too early ,
Swinging in the mid air with feathers altogether.

I know what I know
What I know is my tell tale
Even when I make mistakes
In grammar,
typos, and in my rhyme
Deep in the abyss of my soul
I know what I know
And It’s what I know
Is my tell tale
Mistakes will take flight
For I am only human
And far from a philosopher
The more mistake I make,
the more I learn,
If you see one,
Bear with me
Tell me a tell tale
I will not take an offensive tale
My mistakes, help me to grow
It's hilarious how many times
I can read my very own work
But I still don't notice a tipo < oops
And it makes me go bersirrk <oops
At times someone else's eyes
Are exactly what it takes
To notice in your little rhime<oops
The smallest of mistakes
Or even the biggest one
Who cares,
what I know
is what I know
My tell tale
It makes it all worth it
<> tell me urs