Little Bird

We could reach far beyond what we are if only we grow in our natural habitat. What should we be free from, is it fear, doubt, society, low self-esteem or personal “demons”? You are what you are, an extinct consciousness. Break free and live.

The egg was a hard place to start a life

I became the little bird who wanted to fly

I spread my wings and let the wind take me away

My feathers grew stronger, and I was ready to soar

A moment of apprehension

When my visions meet my expectations

I will become the next captain of the sky

I will feel the world beneath as I soar high

This dream has been beautiful so far

As I leap towards the cursory wait

This faith has come alive

I will be reborn, as I wander afar

The egg wasn’t the hardest place to start a life

I’m the little bird that will never fly

I spread my wings but there’s no wind in sight

When my feathers grow, will I ever know flight?

A moment I could only imagine

When visions are erased by extinctions

I will someday become the captain of the sky

If my cage would be opened so I could fly

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