I don’t know where the little bird flies

When its wings lift it
High up into the skies
The air, warm and still
Even the smallest of creatures follows its will

My thoughts are like the bird
Seeking to land
Caught up in the wind
Hovering over dry land

You can’t stop the thought
From taking flight
From coming full circle
From facing the night

The thought needs the freedom
To roam where it wants
To answer questions
To visit old haunts

A caged bird sings but does it dream?
Its songs must get old, it’s memories sting
Thoughts fly away
And reach your greatest height

Kernel of truth begin to take flight!