If I were
a bird for an hour,
what fate
might await
me?
Would I go so high,
be one with the sky
or
would I be slain
and eaten?
Would I be free
and go with the breeze
or
be caged, enraged,
and weak?
I have no control
over words you say
over sun and rain
over fate.
Still, I smile and say
I’ll be okay
because at least I have today.
If I were
a bird for an hour
I think that everything
might turn out
okay.
It‘s said there’s only
two things
certain in our lives
death
and
taxes
How can we be certain of death
until the day we are dead?
How do we know that we’ll die
if we are not dead yet?
It’s alright
It’s fine
It’s 11:11
the luckiest minute
of my life
So don’t waste it
Hold on for just a minute
and remind
yourself you are
alright
Why did you have to hurt us?
Again?
Again?
‘Cause when I was young
there was a chance
a chance
to be free
a chance to see a woman be
something new and
different
Comments
Birds can be symbolic of so many things, and I appreciate that you didn't shy away from some of the darker imagery associated with them, i.e. the idea of being caged. It presented a perfect contrast to the overall tone of the piece, which is decidedly optimistic.
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