I envy some birds, only the ones that can soar.
They have time.
To see, to be. They are the wind.
I envy the wind, silent, overwhelming, in control with no words.
Everyone goes with the wind, they have no choice. No voice no box, no voicebox, no locks.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC
I envy some birds, only the ones that can soar.
They have time.
To see, to be. They are the wind.
I envy the wind, silent, overwhelming, in control with no words.
Everyone goes with the wind, they have no choice. No voice no box, no voicebox, no locks.