Where does a bird fly?
Where does he go when the nourishment he seeks is spiritual?
Where does he go when he’s hungry for peace?
Is there anywhere he can go to find freedom from himself?
How wide can he spread his wings?
Can he spread them wide enough to hide his flaws?
Wide enough to mask his weaknesses?
Far enough that the freedom of his soul overreaches the hunger in his stomach?
Where does this bird fly?
When will he find the nourishment of peace?