I Imagine

Sometimes I imagine, I’m a bird.

I could soar through the sky.

I would soar through the world.

I would feel the breeze ripple through my feathers.

Without a care in the world.

I’d be free.

I could sit upon a branch and observe the people.

I would listen to the cries of frustration and the joyful laughs of the children.

I’d watch the pedestrians walk with their mind and not with their feet.

As a bird I would just acknowledge, that’s all I would do.

I wouldn’t be able to grasp or understand the emotions of the people or what they do.

And maybe as a bird that would be a great thing.