DECISIONS: THE END DEAD

Eagle catches air; glides in tune
Fluttering each feather in his beautiful plume
I’m so sad to have to stand and stare
For I can’t fly, I know it’s unfair
Talking, saying hello, good day or like wise
The world is organic then it dies
Perished, polished, unfamilar dreams
Twinkled time takes the place of screams
So I ask the eagle when he lands on my shoulder
What is it like to soar over this boulder
He replies with a shine in his eye
There’s more to life than being able to fly
If you’d like, just give it a try
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