i stare deeper
into the puddle of sky on the ground
and try to be profound on a daily basis
sometimes the radio
doesn't make a sound
despite my endless tuning of the stations
and i want to fly away
that is; leap far from here
to a place where nothing would be the same
I cannot stop thinking
of how the feelings would stop sinking
once I take flight into the air
like so many paper cranes
so I fumble with sheet after sheet
creating my own future
each little bird symbolizing a person
or oh so many suitors
for Lady Luck,
who abandoned me, rather
she didn't give a fuck
but I sewed up that wound with cold suchers
it's nice to meet you though
i hope we can be friends
I'll make a crane for you if you like
...but I really have to go
this musn't be the end
because wondering is bad for the psyche
these little birds are my only friends
and unlike what they pretend...

they'll never fly away from me.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis