i thought i was a bird
but i didn't know the words
to ask them how to fly

i thought i could learn
the ways which my wings should turn
for them to feel the sky

perched on a lonely limb
in the silent twilight grim
of the same day unchanged

when the minerals mixed
to create more of the tricks
that make dreaming so strange

watching the flocks depart
as a horse behind the cart
full up of gravity

so weighed down and hardened
by anchors that aren't solid
and rest inside of me

i chased it for so long
fed it truth and wrote it songs
i still can't remember

it gave my eyes the scars
died in a riot of stars
frozen like december