Flapping his wings endlessly

Some people dont apreciate the good thinks you know?

Flapping his wings endlessly

Surely there’s something for you waiting

Even if you don’t know how or what

You can feel it in every flexing of you little delicate muscles

In every blink in of your dry eyes

So what’s to deal ?  Glory?  Acceptance? What do you want to fulfill?

Hunger strikes you determination

Even crumbles look like full dinners ready for you

The wind sore your nose holes like a pepper gas in the middle of a protestant

People see you as only sickness and poorly shadows

Only few kids notice you’re magic itself

And you only left a mark when you try to relief yourself…causing pain

Maybe it’s better this way, maybe the soulful eyes you have are not supposed to be stare at

Have anybody ever chase you, just to tell you hello? Nobody its brave enough to fly for you?

You whimsical creature of the gray stones people call city…

The most beautiful of the common destiny

Flapping his wings endlessly

You are all we need sometimes, you silly dove.

Reviews

[Ghost of Jupiter]

The endless flapping of wings that get you nowhere a sorrowful write that tears at the corners of societies downfalls, of ignoring pain and never seeing past situations and outward appearances, to know the soul of a human. That is just one take on this but I am sure there are many more meanings to be gleaned from this wonderful work of art. I truly enjoyed this... well done!