"Where do you think confidence comes from?"
"I dunno. Thinking you're the best?"
"That's not real confidence. Can I tell you where I think it comes from?"
"Okay."
"I think confidence is the consolation prize to knowing that you're alive."

The universe loves a bad joke.

If the road was a woman
he'd settle down and marry

They are bombing children
as their own
are hummed lullabies.
They are bombing children
as their own
are tucked into bed tonight.
They are bombing children
as their own are rocked to sleep.
They are bombing children
with rockets burying them
in rubble deep.

releasing a bird into a bigger cage
is not freedom.