A Cage It Falls Into

Recieving a head wind against the sky,

falling, falling

Pick those feathers up one by one,

wandering, wandering

Hands of the man who waits for the end

are blue Travel forward and separate the

distance Sits on a chair, mouth sealed,

vision warped and reflects the black.

Future is overflowing with fear The

darkness goes on, the darkness gets

deeper Look back the mistakes in the

past Stack them up, stack them up

Throw up the meaning of overflowing

water strongly on to both of these

forgotten hands

I won't abandon the smell of blood

flowing incessantly, eternally

We can still be disappointed

We were again discouraged

Abandon hope and became helpless

Our arms are dragged by hope

Pull and pulled back to the place we were

There I stop and lie down

Stare at your back

Loneliness of a smile,

not to tell but to interrupt

I laugh in a room and throw waste

Inside a tiny falling cage Down stream

Depending on presents The darkness goes

on. As long as it flows Winds go deeper

Gouge out those false words Pile them up

Wash away the footprints ahead

Cajole us, make us forget and let us go

In return for the presents

we hand out