Crow
They say when you can fly real high, you forget everything, that just gracefully floating in the sky, makes you feel like you have nothing to worry about.
I sit perched up staring at the sunset asking myself ‘when will I get what I want?’ and you see I have to sit there because my wings have been clipped so thus no flying will come from me. I cant lose myself in the sky and I cant just forget about everything.
All dressed up in black doesnt keep me hiding cause they still spot me from a mile away… just trying to figure myself out but I just need to hide and hiding is what I never get.
Friendship is not needed around here because you can find friends anywhere, all you have to do is just pander to their needs and they love you like your their best friend. They try and resemble you and form that mere bond that has never been there to begin with. I can hide away from that.
The only way one can fly is ending their own life but that still doesn’t beg the question of ‘when will I get what I want’.
For now I just look down on everyone, walking around like they think they have a happy life when clearly their ends arnt meeting, they have a routine life with 4 kids and maybe thats happy but its happy because they have to be happy, no other choice.
Just walking around greeting people almost like they think saying hi to that person makes much of difference in the day. Your lives both suck.
I will just stay perched up, watching everyone give fake smiles and weak hand shakes. I have no other option for right now anyways. I guess I will sit high and witness all the fraud.
I am the crow.
