Ebb And Flow

Shook Ones

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The only image I can conjure is of a small bird in unwavering headwinds.
I have this thought a lot.
So much that I wonder why this creature keeps on pushing on against this wall
What if she finally relaxed to let the gusts have their way?
Would it be so bad to know weightless, carelessness this time.
Let's see where we land
Save your strength, you'd fare no better with the flock.
Even though it seems to you this has always been a trip,
you have taken on your own.
I know. Focused winds make a worthy foe.
Are we supposed to be so at the mercy,
metaphorically of heavy winds and heavy rains?
I wish shed say no