The human mind
Is like a newborn chic
Taking his first flight
He starts
Stops
Going now on his own.
Thinking with each
Step
Flap
But sometimes they
Fall.
Whirling
Bitter
Confusion.
Changed
No longer the triumphant bird
Soaring
Just a second ago.
The bird call dies
The chic unaware what the sound was
That just a second ago was
Bellowing out form his thin throat
Happy,
Sad
A random call
A twitch
What seemed so important a second ago,
Gone
In a flurry of feathers
Colors
Sounds
Emotions
From no where they come
Into no where they disappear.
Then the ground.
The human mind
Is like a newborn chic
Taking his first flight.
He starts
Stops
Going now on his own.
But sometimes they
fall.
