The bird walked, and he watched others fly. he never realized his way of getting by was so wrong. he then understood how behind he was. he was born this way, with clipped wings. he couldn't conceptualize a different life until he looked up. everything was so right,& normal, until he learned about everyone else. what they had, what they could do, how they had the privilege of the air carrying them under their wings. "why cant I?", he wondered as he looked up to the sky. a sky he cant touch.