She Can’t Fly

Thorns running through bushes
Can never change this fable.
Nothing in the core atmosphere
Can ever move that table.
We wander around so diligently
Though we never see a thing.
Life doesn't enrich the plan
For some it's really just a game.
I see her walking here and there
Getting so much done
I wonder if there is a thread in that
Where she ever has any fun?
There are moments in her existence
Where she really wants to try.
I wonder though if she ever thinks
That maybe she cannot fly?

Life started hard for her
Taking a toll on a child's mind
Tears ignored and beating ensued
Now all are surprised at what they find.

If she knew the breath she took today
Would finally her last,
Would she take in earnest
Without thinking of the past?

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