Thursday, March 18, 2010

Oh, my talking bird though you know so few words, they're on infinite repeat, like your brain can't keep up with your beak and you're kept in an open cage and you're free to leave or stay but sometimes you get confused, like there's a hint that I'm trying to give you and the longer you think, the less you know what to do.
It's hard to see your way out when you live in a house because you don't realize that the windows were open the whole time but oh, my talking bird, though your feathers are tattered and furled I'll love you all your days till the breath leaves your delicate frame and it's all here for you as long as you choose to stay it's all here for you as long as you don't fly away.