Tempus Fugit

A baby finch just crashed my windowpane
A thing unseen has felled her flight to ground
Her fate ordained but her goal left unattained
Like me she can’t see that fate to which we’re all bound

My flight through time is blind to what lies ahead
Though I choose my path, it still leaves me dead.

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AJD: 7/2/2021

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