You could
be a condor
merely a bird you are
since you
left your wings
and refuse
to fly.
I decried
on you
Because your
vision
was
restraint
you seem to
be
a teenager:
all
complains.
So now,
birdie bird
I found my
way
(like
Sinatra)
And it’s
far from you
It is far
away.
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