The Bird's Fly

I had just learned how to fly,

Fly high above the world to the sky,

Never felt the breeze so close,

Never felt my breath so High.

Flying with the wind, I suppose,

Looked upon the world below me,

Nothing seemed familiar, or distinct,

There was one and only Me.

I crossed the sea and the land,

Flowing through the endless sky,

I flew past and away all souls,

And flew a bit more high.

I remembered none, no one at all.

I cared for her, she was past.

All I felt was myself,

It was all me, and my shadow cast.

Drunk with the wine of success, I reign,

Pushing ahead the winds of time,

Ambitious I was, oh yes!

All for myself I sublime.

Flying fast and away I heard,

The muffled cry of a fallen bird,

A cry for help, a cry for care,

A cry wanting to be heard.

I won success, and also Glory,

I ruled with riches and gold,

But I am not proud nor calm,

Nothing, but a pain I hold.

That day I was flying towards my Glory,

Against the bird which cried for help,

I was all mind then, no heart.

Thinking all about self.

I didn't help that bird that day,

And I achieved all high,

Success and not Life I gained,

As I had just learned to fly