Untitled Poem #2

My thoughts were like feathers;

they flew higher and higher.

But I had to stay grounded 

and ended as a fighter.

 

My life was almost complete

but I had to compete

with some other toads

who won't stop giving me loads.

 

Loads and loads of work were given

and all the rules are pretty strikin'.

But I had no choice but to follow

all the way to my heavenly hollow.

 

I'm confused

and bewildered

and no time

to be reconsidered.

 

I had no time at all

to make up my call.

It was blown away by the wind

and here I am pinned.

 

I'm sorry for most of the things.

I've used up all my wings.

Now, I hand it to you

and don't make your life so blue.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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