The Bird - Omega

Quarreled with winds, has gone around the high sky

Battled with storms, he enjoyed life to be only a glide

Getting bored with the clouds he flew to earth and became stranded

Loved the people, he felt that life was a search for ways

The people are wingless;

he could not soar among them either

One thing he didn’t understand, why is life only a rush?

One day h had enough, longed for the high skis again

He leaped from a tower but the paralyzing fall carried him back