I long to be me.


Amazing and wise poetry.

Kambitions

A blue bird doesn’t know they’re blue.

Doesn’t know that when it cries out all we hear is singing.

A tree doesn’t know it’s a tree.

Doesn’t question what it means to be what it’s meant to be.

I long to be a song bird.

I long to be a tree.

Still.

My cries sounding like sweet melodies.

I long to be me.

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