And earth is its own god, A very confusing thing to wrap our arms around and call home. I try, but its never worth breaking my back over.. I point the finger at myself once more.
I admire this bird I had once seen.. All shunned to a cage, but still managing to sing. It was so hopeful...although most of the day was him staring at himself in a mirror that was placed inside his forever trap. He was fighting to stay sane. That bird and I, we aren't so different.
There is a horrible longing tattooed in my mind, for some divine sign. Some worth. I feel as though we all look for it. Its in our curiousity, only to be let down.
Forward ill go... Just believing in what I believe, In hopes ill find another who believes in most of the same. (Note to Self*) Godspeed Darrion.............Godspeed.