She and I were born in the same
forest. She was a poor little sparrow.
I was a big bird which could become
a brawny eagle. The future eagle despised
the present sparrow. Jesus Christ! The little
poor bird has become a magnificent eagle
and is standing arrogantly on top of the
mountain with its vast wings spread in
great pomp. The big bird has dwindled
to a poor little sparrow and can’t even look
up at the eagle on the top with its tiny wings
folded shamefully at the foot of the mountain.
What’s happened? Nothing’s happened.
The sparrow was disturbed at first, but
It realize it has no regret and even it is
proud of the beautiful eagle and desires
for her even though she is way out of my
reach. Nothing wrong with dreaming….
Dream on! That Eagle might be moved by
my little heartfelt songs and allow it in her
bosom. Jesus Christ! What a dream!