We all have a bird inside of us,
who sings from the first moments of life.
Some of our can sing operatically over the grandest orchestras,
with the flowing allure of a springtime dress.
Others can hardly chirp a simple melody,
over a silent wind.
And for those who can hardly chirp,
yet crave for that singing songbird to burst out their chest.
The persuasions of patterns on the golden road,