A Mad Bird Was I
I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
My thoughts flew back and forth
Like a mad bird blinded by the light
I was lost; I was lonely; I was in pain
A mad bird was I.
There was no way out of this blundering
Floundering directionless path to nowhere.
There was no way out and the how and the whys
Were the least of it all.
I was like that mad bird in full, haphazard flight.
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