Sunday, November 6, 2011


Let them go. Let them go. Let them go.

You can only do you,
and they can only do themselves.
Leave them to God.

Chickens and Eagles.

Mountains are for the Eagles.
Mole hills are for the... chickens.

I didn't want to fly alone.
I was raised thinking that everyone
had that magic potential to get themselves
to the top of the mountain if they just
believed,... but now I know,
my hard head finally understands
that.... believing, is a talent, 
and talents are rarely taught.
You either have it or you don't.

I spent years chasing those chickens
around the mole hill, hoping that one,
just one, would fly with me.
Now I finally got my head on straight.
I only look for other Eagles now.

Do you know how to tell a baby
eagle from a chicken?
Their every day...
They work on their Dream,
...every day.  Without help,
without money, without,...
encouragement. They prepare
to fly the mountain.

Flying is a skill which takes great
faith and dedication, 
and in the begining, great concentration.
I am my Flight now.
I only smile with the chickens,
but I converse with the Eagles.

You can't talk them into it.
You can't force them into it.
You can't shame them into it.
You can't beg them into it.

Let them go. Let them go. Let them go.

They only know chicken talk because
they're scared, and their scared
because they're
a bunch of...CHICKENS.


  1. To brave the unknown or more to the point to make yourself known is no small feat. There is nothing wrong with being cautious, but simply being a coward is it's own decent into non-existence. Good work, Quin.


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