The birdie

Lonely little birdie, perched high on a tree
peering with longing down below
wondering what's in store for me.
Dare i stoop for something great?
a meal? a friend? a dance ?a mate?
Can i leave the comfort of my nest?
i must keep still for fear of death
not with all these what ifs in my head.
A curse it is to live in dread!

You never really get the feeling
when looking from the outside in
you never know the strength of passion
unless you've been locked in it's trance before
you can never master fear
save by leaping headfirst into the unknown....
Don't spend your life like a lonely little birdie
living in regret because you dare not leave the tree.