R.I.P Fledgling

If I was the baby bird laying on the floor with my nest in the air,

I think I would probably learn how to care…

There’d be people smiling at my “insignificant life” because I’m smaller than them,

People crying while they see me lying on the floor,

But if in the same shoes,

I think I might understand…

The smaller you are:

I guess we’re no more than just sand…

If I was the baby bird just breathing for my mom…

I’d want to learn how to fly for her as well…

My second time falling from the tree,

Does this mean survival of the fittest just doesn’t like me?

I’ll die to fly another day…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: