Bluebird

I wish I was as pretty as a bluebird in the sky
I wish my colours were the same as yours but just different
I want to fit in and yet want to stand out
It’s an endless circle of too much and too little
Where is enough and where does not yet end
I lie in bed and look for the bird
Its voice is too low but its wings I can see
I wish I was as far as the bluebird in the sky
Blue on blue and yet just black just a dot
A shadow of a color too far away to be defined
And yet too far away to be valued, too
I wish I was as pretty as a bluebird in the sky
With wings to spread and places to go
With colours so vibrant everyone would want to see