THERE IS a BIRD
Whispers claim I am a bird,
A creature amid all seasons.
Yet self-comprehension, absurd,
Longs for wings, fleeing life’s reasons.
But hold back those flattering tones,
Don’t orchestrate grand eulogies.
There’s a bird, once freely flown,
Returns, obedient to the cage’s decrees.
Never compare me to that bird!
(Photo bt Ville Hytonen)
