I was once a beautiful bird. I flew free and enjoyed the openness. I enjoyed seeing new and intriguing things. I was never an Eagle because I was never close to extinction or honored as though I were important. I wasn't a buzzard because I did not hunt prey or feed off the less fortunate.
I guess I was more like a songbird trying to make music that no one could seem to understand.
Now I find myself covered in the soot of this world. I can no longer fly or make music. I am here but not here. I don't even know where here is.
