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?