You dig a hole deeper than what gravity can hold down;
put your phone down – making those comments just to
ring the crowd up.
You’ll never fly any higher than an ostrich; but you play
their popular myth, when you bury your head in the dirt –
to cover up your face, with false scales of makeup making
up your worth.
Maybe as I missed the translation of when someone says,
“bed” to the word bird – to believe you rest in the nest
of your fears; never to leave that habitat, to soar above
the world.
Seems a habit not to face your fears –
_sitting on your wings!_
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
You dig a hole deeper than what gravity can hold down;
put your phone down – making those comments just to
ring the crowd up.
You’ll never fly any higher than an ostrich; but you play
their popular myth, when you bury your head in the dirt –
to cover up your face, with false scales of makeup making
up your worth.
Maybe as I missed the translation of when someone says,
“bed” to the word bird – to believe you rest in the nest
of your fears; never to leave that habitat, to soar above
the world.
Seems a habit not to face your fears –
_sitting on your wings!_
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