The Nest

I look out of my window,

I see cars passing by,

I look out of the window,

I stare night in the eye.

I hear a distant song,

Isolated in my head,

Tucked in a lonely corner,

Away from all the rest.

This melody reminds me,

Of the person I know best,

His comrade is freedom,

His nemesis is the nest.

Like a wingless hatchling,

Incapable of flight,

He hides in his abode,

All the while fearful of the fight.

For before this battle’s fought,

Another must be won,

The fighter must conquer himself,

For a new song to be sung.

Ah, the melody drives me crazy,

Like the person I know best,

My best friend is freedom,

My foe is the nest...