Time is a clear glass
and fear- – the flightless bird.
Time is an illusion you never see
and fear, the voice you never heard.
Time gets hold of you
and you’re still afraid to fly…
Trying to be safe
unlike living like you’ll die.
But the bird inside the cage
didn’t die of old age…
To end the poem, I’ll use one more rhyme:
‘The bird died getting ahead of time’.
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