Do birds fly
in pairs of two?
Or do they soar
with themselves star-crossed in blue?

Solitude does not
equal lonely
But sometimes
they need a home to feel cozy.

Our nature is to
bloom with man,
So do we lose ourselves
to stick true to their plan?

Surely we can love ourselves
as much as someone else does
If I could only force the hands of father clock
to the child I once was...