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Your heartstrings knot
for what is left and gone.
In nature, you find peace,
yet the places disappear.
Your helpless hands write
a note to the ones so dear.
With only a bird to love you,
you ponder the tired clouds.
Your pen, who will we become
when the last vine dies?
A beautiful bird,
having a flutter not far from me.
Looking upward,
such beautiful colours & song.
Thinking kind thoughts,
paintings appear behind my eyes.
Lost in deep thought,
a wet feeling on my shoulder.
The bird took a shit on my shoulder;
sad on the way home.
The metal bars constrain you, but you can see the sun and the moon.
You walk, but never without constrained strides.
You are a beautiful bird caught and placed in a cage for another’s amusement.
Will you pick the lock or die afraid?
It’s up to you to change fate.
Concrete, steel, and plastic pile up around us as we try to find some clean air.
I don’t know where I belong anymore, but neither do you.
Why is it when we have time to think we have no money?
The birds don’t give a fuck if you’re rich or you’re poor; they’ll shit on you either way.
Is that what’s going on in heaven? Are you shitting on us from up high?
C & K 