The birdie is about to fly

It's time
Life has to look up or may be is looking up
You take a downswing
You sink
You'r in the trap
Moving out of it
Going into the trap again
Or so you feel, life loses the zing
Sometimes traps can become nests
You are comfortable, you are high
You refuse to move, You fail to fly
You do not know
Or do not dive deeper to know
When either way you are dead
Or so you feel

Sometimes I wonder what is more important
What you are
Or what you feel you are
The truth
Or what you think is the truth
Your beliefs shall govern you
They have always done that
That is why they say it is important to believe in something
Anything
Or else you might as well be a vegetable

There are more things
Look into others
Or Look into yourself
Knowing others
Or knowing yourself

She says the birdie is about to fly
Fly it well may, but which way
It doesn't know

Ignorance has never been a bliss...