Sometimes I look to the skies and I think
"Oh to be a bird and fly far away"
but birds can wield neither a pen nor ink
so I think I won't be a bird today
Sometimes I look to the sea and wonder
"Oh to swim off in the waves as a fish"
but then I realize fish can't ponder
so to swim off is no longer my wish
Sometimes I look to the forest and dream
"Oh to run so fast and free as a deer"
but I think of cars and swerving high beams
and away from my deer dream I do veer
I guess there's only one thing left to be
and that is no one and nothing but me
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