The birds do not care if I think they're  pretty

They just fly

Even if they cannot

Still, they try

Love,

m.

New Beginnings

No longer fodder for your amusement

The queen will call upon another favour

Then no one comes

While you are lost in the platitudes

Another will encroach on your duties

Mature enough for pleasantries

Bold enough to question the lies

I could cry but I do not

Even with the stresses

Not because I am strong 

But for the thought that it is all temporary

Just another progression towards a new beginning

Time will pass and a change will come