I’m Proud Today

You slide down at the ego depot.
From hiding in a cobwebbed corner.
Voice, trapping, pristine your
A web of kindness, yet you’re all alone.
From the old ones who bore you to death.
They once gave you, life to start you
While simul-tiring your wild, random,
With old news, old views, stale and

But I’m a liar except in certain parks,

And you aren’t a selfish spider,

You’re just a flighty lark.

Every time you fly away,
It’s just to find prey.

It’ll never be soul-less aviation,
Lacking the courage for deviation.

I’ll be proud of that someday,
Until then, stay.

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