the price for wisdom
is feeling
what’s locked inside you
is stealing
what you were meant for
a blue heart on a wall
another about to fall
make your case
to the judge
but no judgment’s
gonna come
you’re a blank sheet of paper
ask yourself this
what’s left to find
the bird
knows
what’s in his beak
but not
what’s in his breast
bhagiti 7.27.07 perrysburg, oh