Little Birds

Footsteps, up and down,
it’s monotonous clunky pop,
foreign mouths,
flapping all around,
without a sound,
like little birds,
they chirp their songs,
seeming happy, but
is it real,
or do they feel?

Like the places in my mind,
that I don’t choose to be,
and just between you and I,
I’d rather not go,
rather not go.

I’ve fallen down,
making subtle sounds,
no fun or games,
in random names,
with no info,
there’s nothing deep,
seems life is bleak,
without a beak,
so you try,
to warp my mind…

But the places in my mind,
you can’t choose for me,
so just between you and I,
I will not go,
I will not go.

Now I can fly
into the sky,
or stay in form,
and be cast in a dye,
so will I die,
outside the norm?
or will I concede
and weather the storm?
is it real,
to warp your mind…?
if you don’t choose to be,
cause just between you and I,
I’d rather not go,
I’d rather not go…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: