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.
I have a plan
I am
I am
I’m running so fast
going nowhere
just going
forever
I won’t stop to catch my breath
I won’t stop for life or death
I’ll keep going
going
going
I know
pitiful laughs and lies
and joys and cries
and love and skies
that are most breathtakingly
blue
I know
the good and sad
the ugly and bad
the boiling mad
Make sure to remind
yourself that you’re
alive
because
Sometimes
life
moves
so
fast
you
forget
how
to
breathe
Sometimes
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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