I'm so sick of trying to
Trick me into thinking
That I'm not jaded at all
Im tired of reversing
Then Hurting then nursing
A purpose that does me so wrong
Oh, to be a bird
With hollow bones
Untethered from intention
Oh, to be a bird
So out of reach
Unbothered and unburdened
Does anyone ever pray for roadkill?
No matter, the world is so small
Let someone else have it
I don't mind the bleachers
I don't mind the asphalt at all
Oh, to be a bird
With hollow bones
Untethered from a purpose
Oh, to be a bird
So out of reach
Unbothered and unburdened
I've failed before, and I will fail again
But this is a race where you can't lose or win
I give myself grace and more patience and space
To let the world run me all over and over and over...... again
Oh, to be a bird
And nothing more
Untethered from a purpose
Oh, to be a bird
With hollow wings
Spread across the pavement