It’s A Long Journey

I’m the bird who has always been around

Despite the wings, to fly to places unbound,

I’ve kept my watch like a bloodhound.

But today,

I think of those who chose to fly

With no wings,

But they did try

And I,

The queerest of all

Was the most to appall.

Too wary to leave the skin in which I breed

Knowing it’s just me, I have to feed.

I was told that

The brave might not live forever

And I laughed at those sleighing the sky

Thinking they all await their fall

Not knowing,

It was me

Who hasn’t lived at all.

With no dusk at the heaven’s bay

I think it’s me who has a little more to seek

For the world is too big and I so bleak

To all the paths that are to stray.