Blue bird

A Poem by Jayesh

we all start out lost sitting stranded

a baby blue bird that was just birthed jumps

he either flys glides and rides the skies

or lies dying slowly closing his wise big eyes

his life will end

with no justifications

simply complicated

existence has no trends

eyes filled with content because he knows he tried

absence happens and he flys

his soul gives rise

he cries but the tears dry

he notices the truth and continues heart full, he goes on and glides