a bird fell out of a tree
and landed at the side of the highway
I tried to ignore what I'd seen
but I guess I became the bird that day
battered and broken, I lay there and plea
for the will and the way
to make it all okay
for dreams shatter everyday
they're crushed, like the bird who fell out of the tree
for the bird, I fear 'twas the end
a final fall into oblivion
the hurts too much to mend
its own personal Armageddon
it ended with a soft thud
I keep seeing the poor beast's downward descent
his fast fall to finality
brought about by an innocuous wind,
which wasn't even in the forecast that day
I don't want to be that bird
when life hands you shit,
write poetry
and carry on!
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