One With The Chickens

I was always one
To colour in between the lines,
To spot the fruit among the vegetables,
To smooth squares into circles and fit triangles into triangles.
In a cage full of chickens, I was taught to speak chicken-
I do know the language well.

I was always one
To dance to the rhythm,
To clap with the audience,
To eat cake because it feels good.
In a cage full of chickens, I learnt to be chicken-
I can only blink at the wolf.

Yet I never was one,
I have always felt more like a thousand,
And if I ever was one...
I wonder if I could fly away.
I wonder if I would fly away.