Stories and Rhymes

The Bird

The bird pecked softly at my window and I smiled at its shyness.
"Those birds are the worst thing that's happened to this place. ", my friend said with dryness.

"I think they're kinda sweet. ", I said defending the poor bird.
My friend said, "Once you get older you'll know 'sweet' isn't the right word."

I thought for a while what my friend meant by this.
I loved the birds. If anything, the birds will be what I grow up to miss.

Why do we have to dislike things we thought were innocent as a child?
Why must the world ruin our hopes we used to have piled.

But that's reality and we aren't allowed to dream.
Stay in locked cages and on everyone else's team.

Start your own team and see where you'll go.
Haven't you ever dreamed and wanted so much more?

Let your imagination run free.
Don't stay where you are because your chair is comfy.