"koyaanisquatsi" poems
Birds singing and living,
trying trying trying trying
trying trying trying trying
trying trying trying trying
trying trying trying trying
to fly
Until, they don't sing anymore...
Do they exist to fly?
No, they are mind-tortured for sport and die in cages,
For me, the former me,
Now I have died in my own of cage,
Koyaanisquatsi.... all for sport.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC