“And to the young ravens who cry…”
I would like very much to know what it would be like if I could be a bird. The beauty and mystery behind the ability to be tweeting with one bird and to suddenly fly and leave like it was the easiest thing. No attachments, no commitments, just beautiful birds in flight, enjoying the large open sky and endless ocean.
I find it amazing that even these small animals are taken care of and have no teenage angst or work life stresses.
These birds are completely dependent on some way of getting food that day.
Yet we, who live in the wealthiest country in the history of man, worry about if we let in the “immigrants” that we will not be able to provide for our families.
I don’t understand this. Call me a minimalist, an idealist, and a purist for the rest of my days, but I will never understand the decision to uphold ideas rather than protect innocent people.
Trust and depend. Do not blame those who cannot help how or where they were born for your own insecurities and worries.
I’ll believe it all
I won’t let go of your hand
Two birds of a feather
Say that they’re always gonna stay together
But one is never going to let go of that wire.
And he is a liar.
The Muse 