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I want to become a bird
Feathers born from fire and hurt
Skyline calling, I emerge
Gravity can’t hold this surge
I want to break from chain and dust
Lift above what fades and rusts
No more streets, no smoke, no fear
Only silence I can hear
I want to rise into the blue
See the world from eagle’s view
Mountains bow, oceans sigh
Every border left behind
I want to go where the sun won’t set
Past the pain I can’t forget
Let the light erase my name
Let the wind unlace my shame
I want to leave this broken shell
Find a place where spirits dwell
No goodbyes, no bitter cries
Only sky—eternal, wide
Unleashed from all the earthy ties
Gone with whispers, gone with lies
I follow the sun, no need to run
I am the flight, the chosen one
The idea#
Wanting to become a bird—feathers from fire and hurt; skyline calling; gravity unable to hold the surge. Break from chain and dust; no more streets, smoke, fear—only silence that can be heard. Eagle’s view; borders left behind; sun that will not set; light erasing the name; wind unlacing shame. Broken shell left; spirits’ place found; no goodbyes—only sky, eternal, wide. Unleashed from earthly ties; flight as identity: I am the flight, the chosen one.
Dark aggressive euphoric trap can make transcendence sound like detonation rather than gentle ascent. Escape fantasy with a messianic edge—chosen one—yet rooted in pain and rust and streets that had to be fled.
I hear the old human wish to leave the body of damage and become pure motion. Whether that is liberation or glamorous self-erasure, the wings are on fire either way.
