Extremity at it’s finest
Are when your dreams
Are soon to die
As a bird stuck on a branch
Because it's too afraid to fly

Resilience at its weakest
Are when your dreams
Are put on hold
Elasticity becoming nonexistent
Because of your heart
Drawn to cold

Perfection at its furthest
Are when your dreams
have gone away
Nothing to perfect
Because perfection
Is no longer just a delay

b.m.