Silver Platter

under their wings, inside the nesting

you breathe, you eat, you live

but gets the time when you need to take flight

before drying the love, is not that obvious?

you do not open your eyes

about the leech you have become

gathering excuses painted as arguments to remain right

about what you should have already figured out

see, you are not a child anymore

you got accomodated to the landscape

but now that you do not have the same

not taught to be independent enough you complain

even though it all screams a denial for self-perception

some things are not given in a silver platter

step by step you learn how to survive in the jungle 

you must shut the pride, the fear and discover

to fly with your own wings, rearrange the angle