Diary Of A Young Bird (2) Poem by kite remedy

I fold my wings,
perch on the nearest bough I can reach,
land a cynical smile to anywhere I stare.
It's painful to fly and to know I've gone nowhere.
Any word won't heal the wound inside of me.
Even though it would, the scar will stay deep inside of me.

I raise a question to the sky,
hoping the God will listen.
'Why do I be here? '
'Why do I stay still here? '
No answer comes as I see,
as if he knows the answer and asks it back to me.
I ask the question again and again,
I have something worthy,
therefore, I must understand..

Truly,
hopeless and helpless as me,
the sky is so blue today,
and will always stay that way.
Suddenly I cry,
in my heart I still want to soar across the sky..

Having seen no reason of why I'm supposed to be here,
I decide to hold the thing I so much endear.
Having heard nothing to answer my question,
I decide to flap my wings once again.
I have a thing worthy that is my life, my 'present',
so I fly and worry no more of where I land,
tomorrow..