Every morning I wake up from my bed and I ask myself a question. What should I do today?
Should I go outside and explore the world?
Or should I sit and read my book to explore myself?
I look outside the window and I hear birds chirping and roaming.
And I ask myself, how far can the birds fly?
And how will they know that they are not lost?
Are they the true wanderers?
Or they just lost their way back home?
Every morning I see the sky, I feel the air, I feel the wind.
And I think why we breathe the toxic air?
And why I hear lies everywhere?
Why are we humans so complicated and fucked up?
Is this what would have happened, if we had been born a million years back?