Alone

Birds of prey fly alone, solitary
You said you were another bird of prey
But you found a flock, left your quarantine -
Self imposed you declare, for you found love

Yet you remain quarantined in my mind
Knocking the thin walls of my consciousness
And force me to question my own nature
Am I a bird of prey, as you once said?

If you can settle down, seek out a nest
If I cannot forget the past's vulture
Perhaps I am much like you, in a way
Sick of my love's limit to subculture
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I'm writing so much of this stuff. And it's mostly inspired by one situation (As well as mildly by another). Odd, how one situation inspires crappy free verse, another might inspire short stories, another highly structured poems, all sorts of shit. This piece specifically was inpired by discussion with one person about a couple of others and our own thoughts on the matter. Cue reflection on the past year or so, and cue me writing terrible metaphorical shit inspired by my own username.

I've been working far too much lately. And it's far too hot. And I'm incredibly jealous of everyone that went to Big Day Out today. But this weekend I'm going to Moama and going paintballing. That should be cool. Just need to get through the boring week first.