Each time I see birds flying,
I wonder, why I can’t be free?
Then I realize,
I’m not a bird, I’m human,
and humans are complicated.
So there’s no chance to be free,
except when you are naked,
all alone inside your room and,
having Netflix turned on,
with a bottle of red wine.
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