it's tough to fly but but i swear someday i
i'll surprise the demons deep below
and steal the straw-feathered wings from a crow
the future divides into two separate times
i'm a smart kid but the thing i do not know
is just which way you or i will go
my word is long dead but i'll say what should be said:
one day this small blue thing will grow
into something green and tall, sweet and slow
my mind is in knots but you sing in my thoughts
i stole my rough wings from an August crow
but my hands are still soft as december snow
3 comments:
i like this one. it's cute like buried child or that play they did in lunchtime theatre the other day.
thanks for admitting you might have been wrong.
i like this a lot, despite my suspicion that everything i think it's about is a lie. oh well. i love it anyway.
also, i still dont understand what about "avlpamvlw" you found so objectionable... it wasn't supposed to be contradictory or irritating, it was just about hippies and melancholy and whatnot. so i, too, apologize.
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