A Mad Bird Was I
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I walked down that lonely road
That sinuous, torturous bend
You know how I hated
The cold, the distance, my thoughts.
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My thoughts flew back and forth
Like a mad bird blinded by the light
I was lost; I was lonely; I was in pain
A mad bird was I.
There was no way out of this blundering
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Floundering directionless path to nowhere.
There was no way out and the how and the whys
Were the least of it all.
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I was like that mad bird in full, haphazard flight.
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Copyright: Rani Turton
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