Is it today little bird?
Has the time come?
Will today be the day when it all changes?
Am I ready, little bird?
Have I prepared enough?
Will I recognize the moment when it comes?
Time has flown by
Seconds passing into minutes
Then hours and days
Years overtake me
And here I stand
Waiting
With baited breathe
What will it be like, little bird?
What awaits me around this corner?
Will I remain strong or will I faint in its wake?
This endless waiting
For the inevitable
Tears at me
Leaving me hanging by the threads
Of what’s left to my sanity
Yet still I wait
And wait
And wait
And ask again
Is it today little bird?
Am I ready, little bird?
What will it be like, little bird?
Life… death… which is it little bird?
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