Two soft blue birds,
One big and one small.
Complete opposites,
Both completely full of beauty.
One a peacock,
Standing tall, bright, always standing out.
A bundle of brightly colored feathers that blend together in unison.
All the others are the peacocks,
But i, I'm the blue bird that fly's.
Im full of the freedom, the freedom within myself,
Allowing the thought of being free from everyone and everything to boost me through the air past the others,
Always flying toward freedom.
The peacocks are too full of them selves,
Weighing them down and bound away from the freedom of the soft blue sky in which i know.
