To the bird,
In her cage with nowhere to go
Where her wings grow weak
From lack of use,
The balloon is free
In envy, she looks
at the balloon that could go anywhere
if he so wishes to do so
But to the balloon,
In the world unknown
Where he travels without knowing
So he travels aimlessly, with no direction,
The bird is at home
In envy, he looks
at the bird that is safe and cared for
and doesn’t need to search for where she belongs
Jynx Frostbyte 