myth

its a negotiated feast
this poetry thing
when half the people u wanted dont show
and all the others aren't who you think they are

its between work and pleasure, performance and masturbation

but, by the ignorance of the cognoscentii - it flies

like a bird in the sky i i
it flies like a bird and i wish that it were mine

it flies like a bird oh me o my

I see her fly - but now I know

I cant.