wait

the bird sits and waits

it waits in silence 

it waits in peace 

it debates leaving 

it debates staying 

but he waits 

he waits for a sign 

he waits for a hint 

he waits for a clue 

he waits for something

to tell him what to do.

the waiting is difficult 

its hard for him to do 

he's young and reckless

and wants to fly 

but he knows deep down 

that he wont fly high

so he waits.

he waits 

he waits

he waits

he waits 

for his mate.

This poem is about: 
Me

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