Lonely are the Birds

Lonely is the path that the bird flies.
Seek not your answer in the air,
For even though it is vast,
You may find that nothing is there.

Lonely is the path that the bird flies.
Say not that you want wings,
For even above all things,
What would you find?

Bleak is the path that the bird flies.
Seek not your answer in the skies,
For even upon the earth
You may find that you have worth.