You want to climb high,
to taste the rarefied air at the top.
I want to coast along down here at the bottom,
maybe I'll catch a breeze and rise, maybe not.
Like the sparrow to the hawk,
we live two lives with contrary purpose.
You hold me in your claws, carry me up to your lofty heights,
but in the end, you'll still eat me alive, sustenance to go on climbing higher and higher.
You'll say it's a fair trade to get what you want, what you need,
but I will not, though nothing will be left of me to tell you that
the trip far from home wasn't worth it in the end.
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I like this allot. One attempts to be high while the other is content with being lowly. My name is actually Sparrow so I know this situation all to well. Fortunately there is some truth to God keeping his eye on the sparrow though. I should have been dead countless times and yet I am still here, uneaten, flying.
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