Pigeon’s Coop

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