Stuck on the ground
Despite how hard it flaps
It's wings won't seem to carry it
For even a lap
It cries all day long
‘Till it eventually rests
Wondering when its turn comes
To leave the nest
This is of no bird
This is of a person
For those whom feel helpless
And as a burden
But flightless birds find alternatives
Whether waddling or swimming
They no longer have to feel
As though they're conservative
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