I watched one of those old movies the other day—you know, from when nobody wore masks. It was a little disturbing to see all those naked mouths, and sometimes it was tricky to tell what was going on
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Whirring wings with rushing engines
Daring squawk towards the dashing object
Why are you angry at something far away?
You won’t reach it
It’s far
Too quick
Rejection, failures, goals out of reach
I wail for successes to come to me
My dreams are far
People are too quick
I can’t reach the prize
What about my own wings?
Daring squawk towards the dashing object
Why are you angry at something far away?
You won’t reach it
It’s far
Too quick
Rejection, failures, goals out of reach
I wail for successes to come to me
My dreams are far
People are too quick
I can’t reach the prize
What about my own wings?