failure is like a bird
fluttering in and out my
window
singing it’s chirpings
like they were
actual music
his wings are ugly
he has scars and
his feathers are unkempt
there is failure I say
as it flies away
again
it’s not exactly bad
to see him once in a
while but lately I’ve
been seeing him a
little too often for
comfort
but life is has its risks
and if you want to see
the sparrow of success
or
the bluebird of happiness
or even
the vultures
of determination
or
the eagles of
faith
you’ve got to put seed out for all of them
so as the bird of failure
flies away into the void
I spread sunflower seed
and fruit pits hoping that
someday I will see the red
bird of love
Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
failure is like a bird
fluttering in and out my
window
singing it’s chirpings
like they were
actual music
his wings are ugly
he has scars and
his feathers are unkempt
there is failure I say
as it flies away
again
it’s not exactly bad
to see him once in a
while but lately I’ve
been seeing him a
little too often for
comfort
but life is has its risks
and if you want to see
the sparrow of success
or
the bluebird of happiness
or even
the vultures
of determination
or
the eagles of
faith
you’ve got to put seed out for all of them
so as the bird of failure
flies away into the void
I spread sunflower seed
and fruit pits hoping that
someday I will see the red
bird of love
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