these wings have been resting...
i think this bird has thought them clipped
how do i fly when i have no air or space?
commitments, responsibility....stress
my feathers are molting
this building a nest business is more cause for concern
i thought i could just fly as i willed
from place to place
the thrill of soaring
i realize that a bed feels good
and those nights when i was alone in a strange place
they brought me here...
but for every change comes a ripple of changes
and i have to work to find those twigs and ribbons
and soaring has been placed on the side
i miss it, long for it, am devastated without it
devastated with it
how is this gonna work
how am i meant to thrive
cause without that freedom i feel like i can't breathe
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