My love, birds are just birds
they are not carrying a message of meaning
The days come and I lift my head
starting again and again.
All my heroes have left
in the endless drone of February
I want to drive by
keep going to see where I will end up,
but I make the turn
and leave the possibility out there.
Those dreams seem like someone else's now
as I feel the weight of it pressing
down into my bones.
I cannot fly
I cannot fly
birds are just birds, my love.
-Corbyhawk
3 comments:
That is so lovely Corby dear and so too the colours of the sunset. ♡
If people flew, we'd probably mess that up, too, unfortunately.
Not all dreams are meant to be realized. Doesn't mean we can't enjoy the dream, though ;-)
You're still painting, aren't you, Corby? I hope.
Dianne,
Thanks,
Jean- yes we would crash a bit
but dreams are good to have!
-Corby
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