[ The bird... it flies at me with its talons sharp ]

The bird... it flies at me with its talons sharp
It haunts, the darkness of my eyes...

Screeching as it soars through my mind... its misty blue background comes alive...

Its fearsome wings like brown tinted blades caress my thoughts with nightmares.
I feel afraid... I feel strong... I feel comforted...

It is strange.

How can one's feelings contradict...
How can one understand the contradiction...

Perhaps it is calling to me for a reason,
should i take flight?
should i fight?
should i really analyze this drifting mood of my sub-conscience?

I feel it though, even with my eyes open.
Calling to me to use its fear, its strength and its comfort...

I am the bird... part of me hidden is the bird...
waiting for its moment...
waiting for my moment...

...to take flight...