Oh, my talking bird
Though you know so few words
They're on infinite repeat
Like your brain can't keep up with your beak
And you're kept in an open cage
So you're free to leave or stay
And sometimes you get confused
Like there is a hint that I'm trying to give you
And the longer you think
The less you know what to do
It's hard to see your way out
When you live in a house in a house
'Cause you don't realize
That the windows were open the whole time
But oh, my talking bird
Though your feathers are tattered and furled
I'll love you all your days
'Til the breath leaves your delicate frame
It's all here for you as long as you choose to stay
It's all here for you as long as you don't fly away
I feel like this often, that I'm trying to say and do so many things yet I'm so inhibited by my own body and mind. I want so much yet attain so little, the more I think I know the less it turns out I actually end up knowing. Life is such a strange thing, it twists and turns you until you don't know which way is up and sometimes can't see out, then all at once it lets you out, to untangle, like a breath held in and prematurely released. A gasp, a sigh, and you're back to square one. Happiness is fleeting, what you wish for isn't always what's best. Lately, confusion. Less understanding in life than I'm used to. Frustration, anxiety, yet ultimately happy throughout most of it. But sometimes down, I'm still partially normal. Nights of unrest, days wishing I was asleep. Loving school, hating work, requiring a little more routine. Wishing I had stronger willpower, more time to spend with my dog, less attention focused on myself. A greater bank account, more time to do the things I want and less time spent doing the things I dread. No alarm clocks, surrounded by positive people with genuine thoughts and motivations. I'm a little empty right now, so you'll have to excuse me.
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