We think birds are free
their beating wings
the vast, blue skies
the things they see
But they are caged by their own
their thrashing heart
the commanding wind
the way old branches groan
Birds are not free
Not anymore than us
Not anymore than us
I like how you relate us to birds, it reminds me of that one quote from the Notebook. If your a bird, I'm a bird.
ReplyDeleteThat idea of being a prisoner of your own heart...wow.
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