2:38 am / songbird
2:38 AM
i lay in the darkness of my room, illuminated only by the light of the structure across the way. i should have been asleep hours before now but a whirlwind of angst and envy flung my drowsiness to the wayside. one question remained in the blistering eye of the hurricane: will i live up to those grandiose dreams?
songbird
the songbird was born behind bars, will it be caged all its life? it wants nothing more than to break free but first it must get up off its post and slowly but surely peck at its lock. the songbird that has known only the bars: some days, it musters up the courage and determination needed to peck. somedays it stays subservient to its bars, prepared to live out the rest of its days behind the cage. the bird begs and pleads to the void for its freedom yet understands that the only thing that could liberate itself, is itself. notwithstanding, it struggles to peck at its lock all the same. the songbird knows not if this is a testament to its desire or if it is a result of its growing complacience with its familiar bars. either way, it is the songbirds choice whether it lives or dies and it will soon be time to pick.