There is a place in my mind
But oh, how time flies
So I'm left to think
I’ll never get there
Been feeling this lame winged way
Since I first heard myself say
“Move at your own pace,"
My face sits against the window pane

There’s that bird,
Perched on the other side of the glass,
Worm in mouth
How is he going to figure this out?

Trapped with the fear of losing his dinner
Hopping from one branch, back to the other
My insatiable heart sings, sun shines through
We see the world beyond the trees, nest in view

I'll never get there
The feathers fall
He’s ****** too.