I stare out the window every morning, Deep in thought, wondering,
Will that brown bird fly across the brink?
Or remain on that small little twig?
Watching that little bird struggling everyday,
Beating its wings hard as though it’s about fly,
Yet it stops and stays there, unwilling to set flight.
Doubts and confusions fills my mind,
Is it afraid to explore what the world might bring?
Or just satisfy with everything that surrounds it?
Sad to see that poor little bird this way,
Unsure and puzzled of its tiny fate,
Only one choice can be made,it is not easy but it is that simple,
Always there'll be a road not taken.
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