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.