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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I am not really a huge poet. I find that I lead an exceptionally busy life. However I do my best to keep up, and often find myself thinking up ideas for poetry, but never writing them down. We shall see what happens...
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