Look up!
(For you -My bestest Birdie )

Look, my dear friend;
Give it up.
You can’t dance with that fractured ankle,
You can’t put together a cracked mirror.
You can’t toilet train a grownup man.

Look, my dear friend;
Give it up.
Love isn’t a business deal,
Hope isn’t the biggest virtue,
Romance isn’t the only end.

Quickly pick up those pieces of yourself,
Dust those aching bones,
Wipe away those meek tears,
Find the strength to defy convention,
For life can’t persist in such shattered dignity.

You are no modern painting on the wall,
You are no scented candle of the night.
Wake up to clear blue sky,
Find the way back to your own home;
Before ‘tomorrows’ become extinct.

Listen, my dear friend,
Give it up.
Pull the trigger on it,
Before it kills you.