The sky feels wasted on the quiet,
like clouds should answer when I stare.
Birds keep flying like they’re equal—
I’d rewrite the rules of air.
They say rivers choose the easiest path,
that flowing soft is something wise.
I think water’s just undisciplined—
strength is forcing straight lines.
Yeah, it sounds a little twisted,
but nature’s just a draft to me—
if nothing’s trying to dominate,
then what’s it even trying to be?
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
The sky feels wasted on the quiet,
like clouds should answer when I stare.
Birds keep flying like they’re equal—
I’d rewrite the rules of air.
They say rivers choose the easiest path,
that flowing soft is something wise.
I think water’s just undisciplined—
strength is forcing straight lines.
Yeah, it sounds a little twisted,
but nature’s just a draft to me—
if nothing’s trying to dominate,
then what’s it even trying to be?
