Birds of a Feather

So if you’ve found your kind —the ones who don’t ask you to be louder, just to be there, you know it’s a way to explore, It’s an opportunity we need to discover forward.

We don’t always choose who we drift toward —

just someone who walks like they know the direction.

Same quiet rhythm, same kind of influence,

like we’ve been where the world feels too broad.

Birds of a feather don’t need a map —

they just rise on the same kind of air.

Not because they’re the same in every way,

but because they know how to fly synchronously.

It’s not about being the same —

it’s about having complementary viewpoints.

You don’t have to prove you’re tired,

or why you pause before you speak up.

They just nod — and keep walking with you.

So if you’ve found your kind —

the ones who don’t ask you to be louder,

just to be there —

you know it’s a way to explore, 

It’s an opportunity we need to discover forward.

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