The Bird with Silver Streaks

by bestdianneever
I float through life,

And long enough, I sailed,

Across deep waters I strive

To have my dreams fulfilled.


But oh, my foe

I wouldn't say I succeed,

For as long as I know,

I kept struggling without end.


The dream that I've been chasing?

It keeps flowing with the blue waters,

So calm, so clear yet devastating

And I, I'm filled with wonders.


How can I still keep flying?

To high and low lands I go,

How can I keep holding?

With the blue river I flow.


Until one day, I decided to watch

Take a glimpse, a closer look and look again,

It's only then that I catch

The beauty of what I've been dreamin'.


From a cliff where I rest,

I saw the bird with silver streaks staring at me,

And my heart thumps in my chest,

As it jumps gleefully.


Then suddenly, I'm determined,

To have that dream I've been waiting,

So I go with the wind,

And I found myself falling.


I let myself fall instead of soaring,

Just to find a comrade in this lonely land,

This is the moment I've been waiting,

I dare look at my dream but this is what I found:


A bird slowly falling to the sea,

And my dream is gone,

It's only then that it hit me,

There is no comrade, I am the only one.


I was too late to realize it was me, after all

It was me and my heart breaks,

And I can only watch myself fall,

I am the bird with silver streaks.



And I drowned.

I drowned.

And I drowned.

I died.
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