Casting a feather of unknown endeavor
Down on my knees at the edge of this world
Reaching for stars as I fall into never
Cursing the moon as its light is unfurled

Picking a flower and watching it linger
Till it is dead as it sits in my hand
Hearing the calls as I flip them the finger
Done in a nice way so they’ll understand

Pushed into traffic with headlights now glaring
High beams or low beams they all seem the same
Hiding my head from pedestrians staring
Sitting in jail, I am losing this game

Withering fast like that bloom I did mention
Turning to dust with no tears by my side
Shouting at shadows to get their attention
Hearing the howls as I’m running to hide

Drunk on the thoughts of a peaceful existence
Sandpaper sighs cause my feelings to hurt
So comes the time that I make my decision
Hold my head high or return to this dirt