While you sweat and toil,
They would rather see you clown,
And so you help them forget,
While you grapple with meanings,
And look for your wings,
They pluck your feathers one by one.
So sad is he who participates
In his own destruction.

A distance from now,
I shall find you
Once more in flight,
And one moonless night,
When slumber is deep,
You'll find me
By your side.
That time I should have
Repressed my wings,
Tired of just
Breathing
Once more.
Fly gently
Dear one,
Thy downy feathers
Are weak;
Soar to a heaven
I know,
My wings
Were meant...
...To reach you.