Birdie.

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Take off, little winged creature It's nothing but teens in ravines And antics on concrete down here And are you really as free as all the great songs would have me believe? Let me tell you why some day, Birdie, you're gonna envy me Some dream of a world written in lines of code Well, I hope they engineer out politics, romance, and edifice Two outta three ain't bad Some envision a state governed by laws of business Merger and acquisition instead of violence or nations Where do I sign up? Take off, little winged creature It's nothing but falling debris, strollers, and babies down here And you may be up in the sky but our paradigms are just as deep and just as wide What with all our best attempts at transcendence Something's bound to take Soon, we'll live in a global culture devoid of gender or race There's just one tiny line: You're either born behind Or you're free to peek inside Life as just narrative, metadata in aggregate Where the enigma of humanity's wrapped up finally That as they say is that Oh, that day can't come soon enough It'll be so glorious When they finally find out what's bugging us