When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.
I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.
Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.
I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.
I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.
Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.
I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.