We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Bird in a cage
man: - You drive me to distraction, little bird, my mind flies away, from reality to dream. Your song makes me weak, but happy. If only I could understand the words..
bird: - My words are sad, but speak the truth. All these songs, I sing of you.
man: - Nonetheless, I don't need to understand. You brighten my room everyday, with your colorful little body, and your sparkly voice. You see and listen to me.
bird: - The things I wish to see are greater than these walls. Human pride is weak. The higher it goes up, the higher it falls.
man: - You probably listened to my thoughts aloud so many times. Time is our enemy and yet, time has brought us close.
bird: - Time ended when I was put in this cage. Time is a context. You can't blame time.
man: - You've been a quiet witness of so many things. You must know me better than anyone else now..
bird: - What I know is of no use. The best of me that I give you refuse.
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