Searing through the storms of life,
I realize I am a bird slowly flying out.
I've lost the flying V, maybe only had a ghostly image...
Ever stubborn and resilient, I'm searching for the real deal.
Knowing anything can happen, I return to the nest to feast.
Darkened moon peers from the clouds, and the sun is risen.
After tasting of it and finding it good, I bask in the rays.
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