As If

What (flies without the wind behind its wings

with only motivation from inside,

but still soars on through silent air and sings

a tune of hope and love and life combined.

It struggles onward, slicing through the sky,

like how through ocean water fish can float,

as if the world around it is a lie

as if around) the (world doesn't gloat

That finally the bird will come to stop

that now the bird's strong soul won't try to last

through any more of nature's thunderous pops

its battered wings no longer hold it fast.

But still the bird flies strong and true and well

as if the world is not going to) hell.