Throw out the maps
Cover all the signs
That tell me where I am going
I'd like to reach a destination
I don't know the name to
Maybe on the drive
I'll think of you
Maybe I'll want to be the trees
That touch the ceiling of
The earth
Maybe I'll find myself
And maybe
Just maybe
I won't compare myself to
A bird
I won't want to be a bird anymore
Because maybe those birds
Aren't as free as we
Think they are.