Oh Hush, my Head!

Repetition is a sin,

Though I know not where, 

Or just how to begin. 

Nothing is easy, 

Or so the sparrow told, 

But I'd like to be young 

Before I get old. 

My heart is the size 

Of a warm summer sky, 

But the earth weighs me down, 

My body tells me I can't fly. 

My lungs fill with cries 

That never reach the air, 

And my feet are full of steps 

That never take me anywhere. 

Oh hush, my head! 

I must think back to you; 

Back to moonlit inspiration, 

And everything that is true. 

See, the future hangs and glistens 

Like a bauble on my wall, 

And I know that I must take the chance; 

To fly or to fall.

Author's Note

The rhythmic pattern is off, I know.

Nevertheless, comments and critiques are appreciated.