So you thought
It will be easy
To have wings
& fly all your ways
Without a little
Fall on a thorny tree lesson?
So you thought
It will be easy
To master flying
Without flipping wings
& dark the rain
Of mask-man’s pellets
& never be grounded?
So you thought
It will be easy
To return to the nest
Without a gale
To cut through?
So you thought
It will be easy
To be bird
Little bird?
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Yaaa! It's not that easy. A poem I guess everyone could relate to. Naked truth.