Sorrows in life comes but with the moment
today and tomorrow, nobody knows its content
we are burn to make mistakes, regardless the consequence
I vision a bird in the jungle that wakes up to one intent
fly out there and get food for her babies
she takes off with no relent
The version of the story where her hatchlings are left alone
come to think of it, their environment to them is still unknown
all they could do is cry for their mummy, but she is gone
there is not much you can do when life sets your tone
it is not something we miraculously come upon
while you are crying in here
there is someone trying to fight for your survival out there
we tend to be ignorant, but we really need to be aware
we say we want to be “free as a bird”
our lives and theirs we compare
not knowing tomorrow we look at today in despair
mama bird trying to find food with no assurance in the middle of nowhere
its like putting up in a dessert, a daycare
she runs into papa bird, and it stroke her like a nightmare
the beauty in love stories are always bizarre
together the fly in search and accompany each other
at the end we will always look after one another
so why qualm about tomorrow, when you can only live today
don’t take THE best way, always take YOUR best way.
