LITTLE BIRD

She clipped both of my wings  
 
and kept me encaged.  
 
"I'll be back in the morning"  
 
I heard her trailing voice say.  
 
Now my life since that day has been a...  
 
paradox.  
 
 
Through maddening clock tics  
 
I patiently wait.  
 
Dreaming of flying  
 
like I did before she went away.  
 
My life since that day has been a...  
 
paradox.  
 
 
I can still hear her  
 
absorbed in the walls.  
 
Or maybe it's just me
 
answering insanity's call.  
 
What else can you do  
 
when the door you've been watching  
 
never moves?  
 
 
 
What's a world,to a flightless little bird?  
 
 
 
 
Feathers have fallen  
 
I'm shivering bare.  
 
The dirt on the windows
 
hides other birds in the air.  
 
My life still today,it is a...  
 
paradox.