i know you've been watching me.
sometimes i wonder,
do you want,
do you wish
you could trade places
with me?
i wish
that i could be you...
i often wish
i could fly--
could soar high
above the trees
to feel so light and free
to just be.
one day
i will fly
and i too will soar free
and then when i'm tired
perhaps i will find myself
up high in a tree.
imagination
envisioning you
trading places with me.
now that's a fun adventure
of the mind--
i'll be you, little bird
and you can turn into me!
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