Interlude Poem by Lenny Camacho

Interlude

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Looking out some window
at some random flying birds,
I start to think
how great it would be
to be one of them,
to be free,
to roam the sky
by day and by night.
While I kept on looking and wishing,
it hit me right on the face:
they did not wish to be me.
Maybe, that's the one thing
I thought,
that set those birds free.

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