Baby bird it's time
to spread your wings
and fly.
To take those wings
and aim to rise
as high as the sun.
To swoop
down into the
darkest of nights
and ****** the world up
in your  talons

But if you're too afraid
you'll get a shove out of the nest,
the place your parents had built,
the place you had planned to stay forever.

Now when you get pushed you'll either
fly
or fall,
live
or die.

The choice is yours.

But do you always have the same opportunity as the next?
Are you a robin or an eagle?
Were your wings clipped or kept?

The world is an unfair place, baby bird.
Your parents should apologize for shoving you
into such a wicked world