Lately I’ve been waiting and wanting to spread my wings as far as I could
But lately I’ve been getting too big for the hood of this coop that I live in that other birds called good
I usually wouldn’t be here to long
The other birds knew I would
I’d get my bread and be finished
But I’ve been real hungry lately
This bread can’t replenish my hunger
I’ve been thinking about safety and safely flying by the coast where it never rains
They say “what’s wrong with you?”
“You seem like you never sane!”
“You gotta problem, you never going to change!”
In my mind, I’m planning an escape out the coop and taking others that’s thinks the same
Teaching myself what to do when the time comes
The door is open
But I have to appreciate it when I’m done
They said it’s impossible to get out
But that spark of hope mean I’ve won
Others usually create a fuss before they want out
These other birds don’t get it
They surviving
I only hope I’d be living
I can’t let my own offspring be in this coop that kills dreams and visions
I rattle the cages and believe my intentions
The only way to get out is expand on an idea
And get over that internal hurt called fear
Now that the other birds see that I can fly
Maybe another pigeon can evolve to be an eagle in the sky