Heals up
While tension is an auburn color
It reflects a conflict between the feathers
And breeds the result of an uncertain bird
Who feels he must try all to have his druthers
When he fails at one thing, his ego is bruised
Resentment resulting from success's dare
Prevents him from acknowledging the ruse
That led to any buttressed air
The wind beneath his sails is light
Insufficient to keep his wings afloat
Other birds or falcons cannot grasp
Why his tough days just don't pass
And then he tends to feel guilty
For calling attention to the rough days
Which, for self-awareness sake, wouldn't be real
In light of the other birds, who struggle for meals
But then he realizes with zeal
The true colors of frustration
Are actually shades of teal
And his woes heal like an abrasion