Hey, I saw a bird on my way home today. I've always wondered what it meant to fly, and be free. Birds can go anywhere because of their wings; yet I'm born not so fitted for flying. So I sat at my roof under the stars and constellations as my audience. I always wondered how it'll feel to fly to let go, to be in the sky. I stood up and stretched my unfeathered arms and I stepped off and flew with the wind in my hair.