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.
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
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
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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