Bored in my bed
I lay bored in my bed
Not a thing to do
I turn my head
As the clock strikes 3
My window ajar
The open world looms
Calls from afar
I rise and I flee
Fly from the sill
And out of my room
With joy am I filled
The world I now see
The view is so nice
Like witches on brooms
Or ribbons on kites
Such beauty unseen
The sun warms my back
The legs of my pants
So gentle, relaxed
So mystic is this
The people below
So tiny like ants
Walking in rows
While I zoom and I zip
The world is so pretty
My name, the wind chants
As the clouds kiss me
Cotton balls on my lips
I sail with the birds
But I’m not a bird
As much as it hurts
I am a human.
And humans don’t fly.
So I lay bored in my bed
Not a thing to do
I turn my head
As the clock strikes 4
~Celli (LittleItaly)
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