The bird's flight is crippled
by an involuntary plunge
towards the misty undergrowth
due to careless feather hygiene.
Upon seeing the darkness below
coupled with sensing
it's rapid descent,
panic clouds the mind
and despair blocks the airways.
Call it a light at the end
of the tunnel
or perhaps a spiritual
safety net.
Believe it, discuss it or
even discard it
but this innate belief in
the finality of
the victory of good
renders hope to the despairing
and rectification to
the downcast.
Do not be deceived
hope exists as long
as there is time.
Time to change
and time to be changed.
Time to start anew
and to start again
Time. Anytime.
-The Plaintive
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