Flightless Nothing
Who you are, is how you make yourself.
I am a vast ocean of love, a sky of possibilities, and a bird; free to live and learn.
You are the mirror of a calm pond, a line of exhaust from jets, and a penguin; everything but yourself.
All you’ll ever be, is all you’ve ever been; a pure mockery of everyone around you, and nothing of yourself.
You mirror what you see.
(As if you looked at someone’s reflection on the still pond).
You try to be someone you we’re never meant to be.
(A cloud, when you’re really just a puff of exhaust).
You think you’re free as a bird, but you’ve weighted yourself down with so many lies, and masks, you’re actually just an animal with wings, hoping to fly.
My advice?
… don’t leave your nest…
… you’ll never make it.
I am a vast ocean of love, a sky of possibilities, and a bird; free to live and learn.
You are the mirror of a calm pond, a line of exhaust from jets, and a penguin; everything but yourself.
All you’ll ever be, is all you’ve ever been; a pure mockery of everyone around you, and nothing of yourself.
You mirror what you see.
(As if you looked at someone’s reflection on the still pond).
You try to be someone you we’re never meant to be.
(A cloud, when you’re really just a puff of exhaust).
You think you’re free as a bird, but you’ve weighted yourself down with so many lies, and masks, you’re actually just an animal with wings, hoping to fly.
My advice?
… don’t leave your nest…
… you’ll never make it.