Jul 6, 2021
Where do we go
To grow flowers with no souls
To be a part of something smaller
To be released from all the fodder
Where do we hide
When the world is on our side
And the few know nothing at all
Yet they never seem to fall
Where do we fly
When our wings are snipped
To the ground we stick
And all there is left is to cry
This is life
Why am I here
There must be some place better
Yet it isn’t ever near