Walking Birds

 

Bored now. Drown me

I’ll breathe deep and smile

At the waters when they’ve found me

Just allow me the freedom

Which you burned around me

To wallow in my stolen youth

You aged who have bound me

Will always be the slave

I don’t care now you’ve crowned me

It’s just a hat made of stones

That you tear out when you pound me

To keep me heavy when I fly

All you’ve ever done is ground me

So I’ll grow roots in the ground

Where the wind can’t arouse me