Taught not chosen

Fears stay forever, They don't deteriorate like weather. And I watch the free birds through my foggy window, And I watch their lives flow. To grow old is to grow wise, That's what they said. Presidents and doctors and Gymnasts too, This wisdom is not enough to mistake you, They thrive for openings to their neverending fears. They strive for a open door when they haven't seen one in years. And though they have no idea. It's better than to stay and fear. Everyone feels fear as if it has overcome us. Though I see the appeal. I still see the crow children free as a bird. From my fogged up windowsill.