Birds

What is life

What does it truly mean to live

Does it mean to risk everything

Everyday just for the hell of it

Does it mean to be cautious

And live between the lines

Is it to remember the moments that

Took your breath away

Or the number of breaths you take

Perhaps it is whatever you say

Maybe it is a play

And we are all actors, with a purpose

A given fate and specific parts

At the end of the day, however,

Life is just life

It both cages us and gives us wings

But you determine how large the cage is

And how far your wings will carry you

In the end, you could fly off into the sunset,

Or you could remain domestic and allow life

To care for you,

Giving it more trust than it perhaps deserves

But it is you and only you who decided upon this,

So be prepared for the end

Be prepared for when you can do no more

For yourself and life is in auto drive

Do what you can while you can,

and spread your wings.