you have no idea
how much sway
you have
over me.
you say flock
and i fly to friggin sydney
before you can say
what for,
but i rejoice.
because without you
i would be
a bird with no direction.
things happen.
winds blow.
my course will never
change, but some
times it helps
to know, impossibly,
that the way i flap my wings
is not yours.
it belongs to me.
and so, when i go where
you bid me to go,
i always keep a bit--
a tiny bit--
of myself,
inside my feathers.
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