my ego is too big for my head, my heart is too big for my chest,
my soul is too big for my body; like a bird grown too big
for its cage with feathers sticking out the bars
my wings are clipped, I cannot fly, I only
dream of days gone by when I knew
who I was and how to get there
now like a boat without
a rudder I circle

and circle
going down
a drain to that
river beneath the
desert sands where
I don’t expect to encounter
anything exalting and glorious
like those carefree days of youth
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