Of the worlds imitators?
Would you realise if you listened?
Is your heart lost long ago?
Jabberjay or Havensbee,
Round shiny one or Snow,
Are you smarter than perceived
Or did you never know?
That feeling when the veil flew up,
Security or more distrust?
The colours dark or meadow green?
Don't catch fire now, little duck
Could you save them? Move or wait?
Boiling with confusing hate
Time is never friend of yours
But one-day there'll be burning doors
Rebekah E. Tripp
What do you think this is about? I wrote it in my songwriting class while we were going over rhyme schemes.