I don't want to be praising myself, but I really liked this one. Kinda good inspiration after a long time! I saw a freebird, soaring in the sky, I traced its path, a jigged-jagged flight, It perched on branches, chirped and plucked, on seeds and fruits, in and out of sight. It lacked a purpose, other than to live, nor it depended on others to give, and as I fixed my gaze on it, it turned to me momentarily. What did it see? Isolation and boredom? That I didn't move at all, was I chained to freedom? That there were confines of society? That I moved in a line, consenting with the crowd? That I'm civil, yet drunk; aware, yet proud? Blinkered by a leader's faith, covered in a shroud? I had goals on me, it had but just one, I had three pounds of brain, it almost had none. So the difference pays with the ability to think, to harm and kill, when mind is at the brink. I taught peace, but learnt of belligerence, learnt of norms, learnt to conform, and a whole lot of love and degrees of intelligence; but I craved for its simplicity, life and independence. As it flew past me in the warmth of the air, it gave me a moment's glance, a mocking stare. I had to follow, get accepted in my own herd, but it flew to another branch, just like a freebird.