I Need To Live
Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn't mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.
Edward R. Murrow
don't teach me how to think
when all I want to know
is how to live
a self-crowned sparrow perches up on high
a song he sings slowly swirls the storms
as if life itself weren't already wrong
like him, extols are the only norm
fly now where the cliffs are bare
where sullen is your sacred air
for beats of the heart dare move
under undue distress
fly away now where the nest is neat
and fledglings fall upon your feats
rise me with a ruse of wit
where simple doesn't merely fit
with trills of tripe and finer grit
something fresh and neatly writ
I don't need your force fed fodder
I need to live or why even bother
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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