Hatch

I know that I am some kind of bird
Some kind of flying thing
With hands so full of too much time
And behind those hands are wings

I remember what it was to fly
I remember my first flaps
I have seen a future where I soar
But I've forgotten I must hatch

Perhaps I am a hummingbird
That bird goes back and forth
If thats the bird that can go back
Then I am that bird, for sure

I am going back to then
To the time I should've hatched
If I do not start my story
Then my story will not last

I leave the 'now' to go hatch
But I will come back to my prime
I must go see myself again
See myself for the first time