You have been working all day,
Toiling, flying, like there is no more tomorrow,
And why all these chasing after the wind?
What are all these for?
Like the fish in the sea, I wonder, do you know why you keep on swimming?
Where are you headed, where are you going?
You have been looking for that one thing,
Yet you don't know what that one thing is for.
After a long day of work and being good to your fellow birds,
You come and I am not sure if it's home,
Feeling restless, why the sudden energy when it comes to work and money?
I can't get it, help me get it, why oh why?
Why would home sacrifice for you,
When you should sacrifice for home?
Why would the little birds deserve what is left,
When gathering is what you are excited with?
Why? Does this home have to suffer what is left?
Should they just understand because you are tired and restless?
You keep flying, you keep toiling, looking for that one thing,
Approaching your nest, your head is aching, your temper lost.
Losing your temper is one thing, busy bird,
But letting the whole world know it is another,
The little bird has been hurt,
Yet you left, because your sleep has been disturbed by its cry for help.
Shame is upon you, yet shame is what you give,
The birds of your kind, are they like you?
I hope they are not, suffering should be outside, looking for the sufferers,
Not the sufferers suffering what you are suffering after you toil.
Why complain in this life where suffering is like breathing?
Is life in itself something you should be thankful of?
Those little birds, given to you from above,
Are they not enough reasons to learn patience and love?
Tomorrow is another day busy bird,
Tomorrow is another day of toiling,
Tomorrow is another day of choosing.
Another day of losing..... or winning.
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