• An unwritten page in a book, is a Bird trapped in a cage.
    The Bird is beutifull,
    its fethears are that of all the brightest colors on the palet that it life itslef,
    But somthing is lost along the way.
    For a cage,
    is that wich confines the mind,
    and only when brought in to life,
    are we truley pure,
    so tiny,
    so innocent,
    That the world itslef is perfect.
    So in a way,
    Memories are a curse,
    But in otherways,
    they are a blessing.
    For it is memories,
    that might just keep the burd beutifull,
    even despite its cage.
    For the bird has Memories,
    Memories of better times,
    Of better places,
    Of a better world,
    And someday,
    That bird will be free
    When it finally comes time for the bird to leave that place,
    And as it flys away into the clear blue sky,
    a feather,
    a single feather,
    falls.