What´s it like?

What's it like to be a human 

the bird asked

I myself don't know

it's being held prisoner by your skin 

while reaching infinity 

being a captive of your scrap of time 

while touching eternity 

being hopelessly uncertain 

and helplessly hopeful

being a needle of frost 

and a handful of heat 

breathing in the air 

and choking wordlessly 

it's being on fire 

with a nest made of ashes 

eating bread 

while filling up on hunger

it's dying without love 

it's loving through death

That's funny said the bird

and flew effortlessly up into the air