Today it is one of those days when you really feel like throwing everything away, leaving behind your job, your place, your city, and fly far far away, where no one knows me, to start again… with another job, in another place, and another city, until I cannot stand it anymore and… commit suicide. Throwing myself down from a peaked cliff and die alone like a forsaken fish in the nature.
Then I would like to be that bird…
I would like to be that bird, i would shit over the heads of some fishfuckers. Over the fence posts. I would fly free and find a different place to live for every season. I would look around to people and their Capitalist System and would laugh at those who believe in Freedom.
Foto: Les Calanques (Marseille)
Song: Skyline Pigeon
Turn me loose from your hands
Let me fly to distant lands
Over green fields, trees and mountains
Flowers and forest fountains
Home along the lanes of the skyway
For this dark and lonely room
Projects a shadow cast in gloom
And my eyes are mirrors
Of the world outside
Thinking of the way that the wind can turn the tide
And these shadows turn
From purple into grey
For just a Skyline Pigeon
Dreaming of the open
Waiting for the day he can spread his wings
And fly away again,
Fly away skyline pigeon fly towards the dreams
You've left so very far behind
Just let me wake up in the morning
To the smell of new mown hay
To laugh and cry, to live and die
In the brightness of my day
I want to hear the pealing bells
Of distant churches sing
But most of all please free me
From this aching metal ring
And open out this cage towards the sun
Elton John