No Maps For Birds Poem by Tamisha Bellamy

Where to go?
Where should we go, my friend?
Maybe we should move up high or down below
The sky and the heaven is clear
If we decide to follow nature's way- we could land on a window where we'll appear, but lets' make our decision fast because we can't just stay up here
Like a line- Like a pole
Where to go?

Well let's follow them, for they seem to know the way
I wish I did, too
Where to go?
Where should we go, my friend?
Take off first and I will follow you.

Where to go?
I used to be so sure
I used to feel so bold
I used to fly so free and be young- now I admit at this moment I am old.

Wait for me, my flying companion
Don't leave me on this branch all alone
I will make it to the other side I guess

Where should I go?
Where should I go?
If I don't make up my mind now, then I am afraid I will never know
My mind tells me to wait for another bird to fly my way, but my heart wants me to learn to fly alone
So here I go
Whether or not I knew the way- I flew all alone.