To enjoy right,
watch the birds in flight.
Animals instinctly act,
humans smartly react.
A bird will enjoy flight,
until his wings lose might.
Humans get weighted down,
faces in a frown,
heart thumbing blood,
wheels stuck in the mud.

Too uptight,
feelings wound tight,
to enjoy right.
Stuck in an inflated head,
soaked only in dread.
Refusing to acknowledge,
even after college.

Birds must be smarter,
than humans in barter.
Also give me instinct,
a heart and soul distinct.
If I'm sad,
distinquish me too glad.
Can't stay down,
while a bird flies around.

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