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A bird’s journey starts outside the nest
From Fledgling to mature thinking back to before it could fly
What lies beyond the branches will show the bird best.
With the winds of possibility beating against the chest
It’s my time
But I’m not ready.
My trigger finger's pretty steady,
But to end a life is another question-
Another answer answered by another question.
Everything is too vague.
Living life in the grey
