The Bird

Fluffed feathers and a braided beak
Sat perched atop the box.
Tell me how you seek,
My bird, and when you plan to stop.

For I know more than you, I think,
Of science, maths and art,
But my heart grows and sinks
Out of love from which i cannot part.

Your features fine and elegant,
And with the utmost vanity.
Each wing flap is irrelevant
But this doesn't cause insanity.

I envy you, my bird.
With ignorance of life and love,
As you will fly undeterred
With motions fainter than a dove.

You see, my bird, I'm overthinking,
So my heart can never rest.
My love grows while hers is shrinking,
And this, I must never express.

A discovery I think I've made,
Of why birds appear so free,
It's all because they are unafraid
To say their love to any degree.

Its time I learnt my lesson,
One taken from the birds.
To fly high and with expression,
To scream my love with words.

For love is but a construct,
Like truth and time and rules.
You cant let it disrupt
The things that you will choose.

So go and change your mind,
And go and change your clothes.
Because no one will care if you are kind,
Only what you chose.

This is what happens in the end,
To all of us, I'm sure.
And this is why the bird will fly
And what it must endure.