Window Pain

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To the world, I remind them of the sky
Both in color, and at the heights I fly

But to me, things aren’t so labeled
I am but myself, and do what I am able

You see freedom when I soar, and beauty when I land
But to me, I just see, the rocks, the trees, the sand

One day I may no longer be
And without knowing, that’s ok with me

Perhaps I’ll be food for the next, or fall from radiation
Maybe I’ll get squished, or caught, or blown away in obliteration

Maybe to some, the ending seems tragic and sad
But to come at the end of a live worth living, well I don’t think that’s so bad

So do not cry, or even feel down
I lived high in the sky, I don’t mind sleeping in the ground

I lived each day, not caring about last
And truth be told, I don’t even mind the glass

a bird flew into my window, i wanted to write a poem for it…
sorry bird, thank you stickers

thumbnail image from the Public Domain Image Archive / The Metropolitan Museum