Once upon a mystical journey,
A birds feathers flew through the air,
I swooped in every direction,
Jumping around without a care.
These feathers did not belong to me,
So they flew as far as they could go,
And by the time I caught up to them,
I'd already fallen to low.
There were the feathers,
and the other birds unlike me
While I layed upon the floor,
exhausted and weary.
And even though I knew
The feathers belonged to the bird,
I fell back into my mystical journey