Somehow it’s all about those words
That can’t be formed
When you are most desperate
To get them out;
Or perhaps your lips are fool.
The doubt
Of letting go of the cage,
And the birds have always known:
Your fear is not the bars
It’s outside
And how cold it will get
If you fly.
Why
Will we
Die
Inside
When we could ride
To the sky?
Lie awake with me
- this hour, a couple, three
We are tired trying to fight
We are frightened flying the flight
Around is starless
Your mind is high
And not so bright
But tell me why you chose to die
Birdy,
Before seeing the starry night?
September 15th, 2022