hidden meaning in ordinary word,

blood-red wings on a flightless bird,

so much frustration, same with unrest,

equal and unequal put to the test.

desire is the cause of sorrow,

live nought but for the morrow,

can the mind be ever a servent tame,

instead of a beast forever aflame?

life is too short to ever take tension,

do we spend or make do till pension,

money, money inflaming passions,

power and fame our twin obsessions.

Everything here is already known,

Birds of a flock already flown,

Myself am I not immune,

Isn't advising others inopportune?