Overcome the cage,
and open the gate.
Ego is a bird;
it should fly.
May it not be too feathery,
too weak in the wind,
too light.
May it not be too heavy,
too stubborn and unbending,
too misguided with might.
May it have humility.
May it have faith.
The sky will know,
and it will wait.
But morning bird,
widen now your wings,
so as not to be too late.
Published by Entropy,2019
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