Skin and Wing

The birds fly away in the blue-gray sky,

Which arouses the question: Why can't it be I?
Why can't it be I who fly so free?

Why a bird, and why not me?
For I long to fly away from this place,

Away from the hatred of religion and race.

Away from these crazy antics and such,

I don't think I'd miss those very much.

But perhaps these antics make me, me.

Like scales the fish, and stripes the bee.

Yes a snake is able to shed these things,

Able to change what tomorrow brings.

If I could only shed this skin,

Fly away and begin again.

Snakes shed the past and birds fly free,

So tell me why, can it not be me?