Like one of those birds with their long beaks,
their vivid colours and beautiful wings.
Just like a numerous amount of things,
everything, even this, has its own peaks.
Enjoying their lives and living free
instead of my kind, not leaving their tree.
I fancy their ways and habits a lot,
Trying to be a part of that, easy it is not.
How can I ever put some of myself inside that dream?
How can I ever be good enough to reach the bar that is set?
How can I ever add up, live up to the thought?
Even though it strides with how I am wrought.
And then it came to me in a bright gleam.
And if she agrees, then my equal is met.