I feel like a bird
On a telephone line
Sitting here all alone
Many flocks fly by
But I remain on the telephone line
I have the same color feathers as many of the other birds
I’m even about the same size
But if I leave my telephone line
I would have to fly and socialize
I wouldn’t be able to choose my own path
I wouldn’t be able to fly in my own direction
I’d be doing what the flock wanted to do
Not saying anything, fearing rejection
I had many chances to be a part of the flock
And I would have fit in just fine
I could have been average
Like all the others
Following the leader day and night
But I’d rather fly by myself
In the opposite direction
Thinking and feeling the wind through my feathers
Not spending time chirping among the others
For being just an average bird is easy to do
But standing out among the others takes a brave bird
A bird that strives to be different
And our differences are the only things that tell us apart
I just wish they would stop feeling sorry for me
And landing on my telephone line
I suppose the gesture is polite
However, I cringe at just the sight
“Go on, I’ll be fine…”
So here I sit, on my telephone line…
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