ver
es muy facil, si?

see
it's easy, yes?

yes.
sure.
yep.
easy.

and if i die tomorrow don’t worry
i’m already used to hell

Caged birds do not sing

Until they are given a voice

Do not fly

Until they learn to find their wings

But with patient nurturing,
they will grow from meek and timid things

From quivering chicks hiding in the shadows
Into a fledgling

Preparing to take flight into a sky of endless possibilities

Be like water.
Be fluid and transparent,
And have nothing to hide.