I am not a jealous soul,
But I stare green-eyed at birds,
Those avian aviators,
Artists of the blue,
I envy them their wings,
I write you true,
Soaring the skies,
It must be such release,
Such catharsis,
They are not bound to one another,
Why do they stay in throngs?
Are they not individuals?
Do they not know they are free?
My envy screams up at them,
Predation should be no deterrent,
When the flock flies west,
Why not fly east?
Don’t waste those wings,
Coveting their feathery prom dresses,
I call out to them,
Please take me away,
Imitating their freedom,
I reach skyward,
Yet they flee in flocks.
WorldofHarley 
Well, even if we are all individuals, we are still connected and rely on each other, so… 🙂
Please take me away,
Imitating their freedom,
I’m about to cry XD Yes, please take me fucking away already XD And the image… on point. *bows deep down*
Debateable sometimes I fear. 😢
Oh yes, I wish they would take me away. Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin
How is that debatable? How could you live without all the people producing your food, for example? XD Even if it’s indirectly, we are all dependent on each other in terms of living that way… which is something I tried to deny for a long time myself too XD
Are you also that kinda free spirit that doesn’t want to be dependent on anyone?
I suppose you have a point on that level, yes. We do need other humans to exist indirectly. I was referring in more of a personal way.
Um… Yes, I try to be.
The Oldschool Harlequin
Hmm… but still lol.
Well, you can be whatever you want at any given moment.
Well written 😊
Thank you my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
I love the drawing! The poem too, yes.
Thank you so much my friend.
The Oldschool Harlequin
So poignant and deep
Thank you my friend! 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin
Nice poem and at tiring time such as these I think we all wish the same 🙂 Very creative piece, my friend
I think you may be right my friend! Thank you so kindly! 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin
You’re welcome 🙂
I often look to birds in envy. So free to traverse territory. Not bound to the soil. I try to remember that there is freedom in feet on the ground, like stepping into grass or beach sand, something they cannot experience in the ways we do. But it doesn’t often make me feel less alone, less envious.
Wonderfully put my friend. 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin