well i sit myself in a myraid of thoughts and wonder what next. well there is alot more to write alot more to say and alot more to express. yet i end up sitting and thinking. maybe writing too. however, just words fall and place themselves where they have to and the others just wander around.
ducks, swans, parrots, flocks fly from one destination to another. well some dont fly but walk. however, they migrate. i watch them fly over my car roof as i drive to work and wonder..where next. however, no reply. they continue to fly with no voice no freedom no thought. just duty. they fly. they are meant to fly. they are obeyed to. destined to.
green light.
its my time to drive by.
hmmm. so "duck... fly" eh? ;-)
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Ducks don't fly. they waddle and they quack and they make cute duck shapes with their adorable mouths.
well if there's a lot to say, then just say it, my dear.