birds feeling blue
changing the cage
so calm and nervous
never going back to the natural state
sad birds can't sing
with ugly face they can't smile
it's seldom sorrow
it's never natural to them
sad birds out of control
with a hole dug in their souls
no role to play
they can't even fly
sad birds in depression room
trying to heal but can't
neither whiteness nor blackness
right is the mattering state
..
but maybe it's a solo muse.
©gihozo
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