White Bird

I had a choice to make, one day

I had a choice in what to say

And everything definitely led me this way..

But where’s the U-turn?

I can’t see it!

If I turn left, will I get hit?

It’s like driving in fog, the lights are dim

And I can’t turn on a whim

Gotta park the car, ’cause I need to breathe!

Roll down the window, cold air puts me at ease

As I go numb, I come alive inside

I really don’t need to even hide, put aside, or go blind

All is fair in love and war

But, for that, I’ll fly high and soar

Up into the blue skies I saw in a dream

Something like Cold Stone blueberry ice-cream

While the white bird flies far away, and dances to a song

Thinking: “Maybe this is where I’ll eventually feel like I belong”.