Birds flying too low
from a bird’s eye view,
can you see them too?
The broken the miserable
coming to you all on cue.
The lay of the land,
the eyes above the trees,
like tinfoil soldiers,
and the lions’ mane, the dandelion seeds.
The sandy waters of rivers with no name,
to you bastardous birds,
I guess life is just a game.
Omniscience must be a *****,
to see all this agony and become immune,
to the pain of others,
Even you above us apathetic,
I hope your soul can still be exhumed.
I hope you are not too far gone,
I think to say for all the shame and the horrific memories,
the clocks that mock as time stands still,
That scars aren’t forever,
that time will eventually heal,
that the past is doesn’t have to feel,
so surreal, so terrible, so awful,
so horrible, so horrific, That life calls for another
Even if they can see, and you wonder why they wouldn’t bother to save you or me,
all they can do is watch and observe,
and when you’re unsure,
there’s better ways to let it all blur,
and allow yourself to feel again pure.
Set yourself free.