My thoughts as a pigeon

Look to your surroundings.

See the comparisons in store.

Who does the most things?

Who makes more? 

Feeling ahead of the race,

Only to walk into a slamming door.

Why bother with the race?

I am sure there is no more. 

There is no more desire than faith. 

No more hope than life. 

Why bother? Said the pigeon. 

No one believes in ugly birds.

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