The bird hasn’t flown

Its nest has grown

Beyond bare essentials

Against nature’s conventions

The bird’s fattened

By all that’s happened

The mind’s nest is big

Growing from a single twig

The bird forgets it can fly

On wings it can rely

Instead, it sits and waits

In the world the mind creates

The bird has a destiny

It will get there eventually

There isn’t any need to wait

When it sheds the past’s weight