To be a bird.

shooting down like a fallen star
" poor broken little bird "
losing flight feather by feather
and I cry in fearful trills

of unknown eyes and forced wills
forget me, for I want to forget you
those eyes demanding songs of joy
perfection in the midst of agony

so i sing i sing i sing and i cry
for the yearning light and the endless sky.

(inspired by "i know why the caged bird sings"-Maya Angelou)

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