sometimes i feel like i'm a bird with broken wings
at times i dread my now and envy where i've been
but that's when
quiet
wisdom takes control
at least i've got a story no ones told
i've finally learnt to say

whatever will be will be
i've learnt to take
the good the bad and breathe
although
we like
to know what life's got planned
no one knows if shooting stars will land

these days it feels naive to put your faith in hope
to imitate a child falling backwards on the snow
but that's when
fears will
usually leave you blind
and now i try to underanalyze

is the rope i walk wearing thin?
is the life i love caving in?
is the weight on your mind
a heavy black bird caged inside?