Somedays i feel like a bird fighting the wind in a storm. I keep flapping my wings but i continue to go nowhere, fighting to find the place where i belong. Sometimes i just want to give in and let the wind take over my body, but like a fool i keep fighting.
On the horizon i can see the sun as it tries to appear through the dark clouds.
With all the powerful rays of light i feel a sense of hope. And with that hope pulsing through my wings i fly a little harder towards the sun. Then all of a sudden the Sun disapears behind the clouds and all the hope that powered me was lost. Lost from me, lost to the wind. Finally i just let go and with the absence of hope in my wings i am gone.