Flying (Sitting on the Side of the Road in the Middle of Nowhere)

I have the vague notion that this poem, which I originally wrote 2 years ago, started as a song.  Of course, that might also be because the first line is a blatant ripoff from Andie McDowell's character in Michael.  Pretty sure that would fall in the purview of "sampling" rather than plagiarism though, so we're good.  Right?

Sitting on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere
Watching the insects crawling on the ground
Thinking, wond'ring, why oh why
Must I be stuck here, earthbound?

When I'd rather be flying

High above the trees
I'd rather be flying
Like one of the birds or the bees
I'd rather be flying
Soaring through the sky
So why, oh why, oh why
Am I still on the ground?
 
Sitting by the side of lake, watching the fishies
Contemplating the way they swim and float
They have the freedom to move in 3D
But only until they run into the shore or a boat

But if I were flying

High above the trees
If I were flying
Like one of the birds or the bees
If I were flying
Soaring through the sky
There'd be no limits,
I'd pass you, swooping by
 
At least that's what it seems like down here
But when you really think about, it ain't so
Because birds have gotta watch out for the airplanes,
And there's still so many places they can't go.

So why bother flying
High above the trees
Why bother flying
Like one of the birds or the bees
Why bother flying
Just be content with where you are
You might just find it's better
Than constantly striving,
Surviving not thriving,
Grabbing at a star