Love is a bird, it flies

For a bird that doesn't fly is a penguin

Poor thing just wants to be in the skies, wants to get high

But it'll flap its flippers in vain, until it dies

Too bad it doesn't realize

That the bird above, the one who flies

Wants to see wants underneath the clear waters so nice

And the funniest of them all, the humans,

Who can see what's above, below and level thrice

Are somehow the most miserable, such is the price

Or is it because of price? I don't know, I just said it cause it sounds nice

Whatever, everything is random and undefined, a roll of the dice.