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I wonder how birds reflect or feel within their capabilities of flying

Is it the wanderlust marvel of miracles they escape… from the mundane?

Or a cry for help in fear of being prey, to the beast that haunts them in times of silence and disparity?

Is it the realization that life on earth’s impermanent, for them to teach their little birdies the same lessons they’ve learned before flying away to their destiny and fate?

They tweet a tweet of rhythm and messages hard to translate to mankind

Or… are they oblivious to the meaning of life altogether?

Does it mean anything to them?

Or am I overthinking it all?

I’ll never know the feeling of flying away, but I’ll try my best to reach heights… I never knew existed