American Eagle
Dear eagle ,
I thought flying was legal ,
But then again , I used to think time travel was real
Guess not with your wings rippin through satellite frequencys
Shh. . They might be listening
Whispering through the breeze ,
Wipin past your nesting trees
Though almost extinct in the late 20th century
Recovered your breed , now your flying with speed
Creating the air we breathe , subconsciously telling us what to believe. . .
But we,
dream . .
Frequently.
Of living equally
Even though we approach it weakly
White tailed , light colored beak , beautiful mind freak
Explain to me. . .
how high?
tell me why , freedom is a lie, even when it's written in the sky
Sincerely , . . .