Don’t bury your head in one single moment
like a dehydrated ostrich in deceptive sands of desert lands
Ashamed because aspirations have been stolen away
-oh, the repercussions of abandoning your faith-
I suggest (likeIknoweverything) you turn things around, unbury your head and own it,
because you’re not a stupid bird.
But then again, who am I to recommend reversion?
“Be afraid of your dreams”
is what you don’t tell me.
decades of thunderstorms
are vanity downpours
and dampened cookies
take my hand and we’ll
plunge into times of childish naivety,
rewind back to a time before the thought of hatching wasn’t seen as just alleviating the threat to hide
Now offer me peace with your animalistic calamity
and your decisive life.
“be afraid of your demons”
but at the same time,
Don’t bury your mind.