Now you hear me, Barn Swallow; you hear me. All this madness must now come to its end. You cannot simply go flitting about all the time, all the while I remain in my place (I remain chained to my place). Each and every time you tuck and twirl it only reminds me that I am bound. And I do not care for your freedom. No, I do not rejoice in you, nor do I despise you for what you possess. I only despise what you possess because it rings my chains. I do not want to be like you. I do not want to be like me.

Note: who could have known? Not I. I could not have known what a Barn Swallow really was, what a Barn Swallow really meant. Or maybe the hidden places of me are more clever than I thought.