Ready or Not - The Submarines

the grass and i part our ways.
i say goodbye.
anxious feelings of winter return.
a sort of trapped feeling.
the yellow bird in her cage.
swinging back and forth.
attempting to break free.

"can you love the way you live now?
ready or not
we are going to be here tomorrow.
wild with hope
in spite of everything."

could this december be different?
have a i learned my lessons?
can i maintain my own warmth?
be my own grass
green and life giving?

"everyday feels like a brand new chance to fall apart
while all the while your only doing the best you can."

or will i always be the yellow bird?
carrying around her luck
with the feathers on her back?