"Absurd!" said the bird.
"Don't you know how to fly?"
As he perched on the sill with his twinkly eye.
"I would if I could, but I can't," said I.
"The weather's not right, I think it will rain;
Besides, I must sit and wait for the train.
And last but not least, did you notice this thing?
I seem to apparently lack any wings!"
"I'm agog," said the frog.
"What do you mean you can't sing?"
As he danced all around the fairy ring.
"My voice is too flat, and I have a cold
And without proper lessons, I would not be so bold."
So sullenly I stared, then I shifted my feet
Stuck my hands in my pockets and moved on down the street.
"'I can't'?" said the turtle
"That's your excuse?
That's not a reason, just a self-imposed curse."
As he persistently plodded along on his way,
I realized I had no will left to go nor to stay.
I was doomed to go nowhere for a long while,
For I had frozen my brain with my own self-denial.
So is the fate of those frightened to dream,
Of those afraid to stand out, or to do the extreme.
For if you go to do battle, and feebly brandish a stick,
You'll poke your own eyes out and be cut to the quick.
We are what we think we are.
from 'Voices of Innocence'©kakarigeikogirl