Here we are caught up together like two birds without their feathers,
Neither one of us are able to fly, yet we are too stubborn to die.
Looking out the window I noticed your flight, it was exposed by the light,
Now we gaze into the sun wondering if it’s the awakening dawn.
Perplexed by the ocean of wonder embraced by the sea of candor,
Yet we maintain our rights to ponder…inside our compound of hunger.
Unknowing of the day,
Unknowing of the night.
The question is will our visions will turn out right?