Bird - Stuck in Gale
I'm like a bird stuck in the gale, with my wings feeling weak and my might, pale. The powerful wind of my cluttered mind so strong, this will-power of mine now feeble and seems everything is wrong. No matter how much I flutter and flap, I'll still stumble and fall in this trap. Exhausted by the burden to fly soaring high, and hit by the expectations, I fall in my own eye. The gale, now, turning into a strong storm, my wings tired, cold and no place where I can feel warm. With the storm setting in and everything turning dark, seems even after so much toil, I'm unable to leave any kind of mark. With the setting sun I too disappear, disappointed and alone, this loud silence is all I hear.