Don’t tell a hummingbird to stop dancing

For it cannot help to blend among the notes and rhythms of this world

Untouched by fear, by scorn, by malice

A simple life unspoken

 

I have to perceive that I will fall into the bear trap

succumbing to the quicksand should I choose to wander

Pulled into the darkness by the hand of satan

No! Not I.

 

I should rather go wings and soar

fly above those who would repress me, hold me down

into the flaming pit of liquid

would I fall into the inferno that awaits me

nay. not I.

 

I would fly.