I envy the birds of the wind
Casually coasting above all the chaos and confusion
They are the child's innocence
Paired with their wonder and their wiles

Although once lost, you can still see them
You will never be as you've been

Their feet and feathers leave traces
Of what would and could have been
But no matter the collection you amass
You can never be as you've been

For only once you relinquish control
Unto the waxing stars
Can you succumb to honest peace
And learn to live with your scars