Escape

I look out through my window,
On a fine spring morning,
I can see so many birds flying in perfect formations.
I imagine myself to be one of them,
No worries, no pains, not bound my chains,
Flying, flying, flying so free.
The smell of cherry blossoms rekindles my senses.
I imagine myself to be one of them,
Expecting nothing in my short-lived life but to spread happiness and joy,
Through my sweet smell and boundless beauty.
I hear the cries of pure delight of young children playing nearby.
I imagine myself to be one of them,
Enjoying every moment of innocence, pure glee at discovering something new.

I wish to be anything but grown up and still human.