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A Bird's Baggage

March 24, 2019
By trysten SILVER, Carlsbad, California
trysten SILVER, Carlsbad, California
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I am a bird

Chained to the earth by old memories

My wings are spread and ready for flight

But the shackles tighten at my attempts to soar free


I am a bird

My home residing amongst the lonesome trees

The sky whispers for a rendezvous

But I am compainonless, no flock to accompany me


I am a bird

The morning sun and I sing to consume Existence's lack of sound

But the sun still continues on with the day

And to dawn, I am bound


I am a bird

And it is my set destiny to be free

But when burdened with this expectation

How free does that really make me?

The author's comments:

somewhat inspired by Bob Dylan.

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