Walking by. I see a fly. Then a bird in the sky. Flying above the fly. High into the sky. Going on a fly by. As if to catch the fly. But only to vanish from the sky. As I walk away. I ask why. Why can't I fly? Like the bird in the sky. So I can fly away. High into the sky.
Reason for writing:
I wrote it just for fun, plus I was a little depressed at the time
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