My thoughts like a birds
They fly in the blue sky
But clouds cast shadows
On their clear minds
Sun light on Earth
And show a truth or false
When rain comes
Birds get down
They don't want to wet
They never forget
How cold in regret
Birds can fly wherever one likes
From West to East to see at all
To up to catch a dust of Moon
To mountains to get fresh sense
To church, to hell, imagination else?
Birds hates a cage and road rules
They despise restricts and traps
Wings carry view across the space
Don't fail if bird left place and go to faraway