I've seen a lot of things, I want that
too. Greedfully not accepting what
I already have. To me it's nothing.
This bird already has one wing

and another, he can fly wherever.
But will this flying, reckless bird ever
stop looking for a nest a partner and
some stories to tell? Well he does bend

the air and tell his friends all the stories.
You'd say he's happy even more he's
filled with joy for every flight he takes,
because every single one is a journey, be this

never to forget. But, even filled, he is
empty, prepared for any of the possible stakes.