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.
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