A Lost Bird Poem by Sukhee Bukhbat

I am a lost bird
I am the bird that doesn't know where to fly.
When he gets lost, he never knows he is lost.
But everything is fine in his eyes and other's.
Every bird faces problems, smaller or bigger.
But it's still fine.

I am the bird that doesn't know he flies in the air, thanks to his wings.
The bird that doesn't know what it would be without his wings.
But smart enough to keep flying,
But too blind not knowing where to fly.

And to keep looking for answers,
Answers that don't have questions.
Would he find answers not knowing what and why to ask?
Finally he finds the question when he meets a bird in the sky.
The bird from out of nowhere.

Then quickly he finds the answer that gives the next question.
Then another one, and one more. Next time it would have even more questions.
Now he has questions and answers, not just few, lots of them.
Confused with his own questions and answers,
He gets lost again.
And he doesn't know he is lost.
Now it is time to fly,
Not knowing where to fly.
Not knowing why to fly.