What do you do when the flock’s flown away?
What do you do when the flock’s flown away?
Do you dread your tomorrow, bemoan your today?
Wonder perhaps if some good can still come,
If in your uniqueness, you still can have fun?
Do you scream at your lame wings and wish they would fly?
Others soar effortless, passing you by…
Without second thought, they’re all tweeting a song
That you can’t get in tune with, you can’t sing along.
It’s not that you’re not, you’re just different, all right
I’d speak of your gifts but I’d be here all night
Just think, if you can’t move, alone in the tree,
Perhaps it’s a sign that you’ve something to be.
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer for The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.
