Feeding The Birds And Hoping For Something In Return

He sees streets

waiting for him to decide

forcing directions on the air, insisting

and he wants to move it up

and he wants to move across

anything, just anything

in a city that rumbles like an impatient child

he hears everything

and i know the sound of panic

and i know emergency and i know

i've planed it like a battle

but when i'm done shaking i'll be simple

he hears trees

talking about the wind or something

and he can't remember waking up

so he refuses to believe that he ever was asleep

and he's exhausted

he sits under a tree

feeding the birds and hoping for something in return

and i hate the silence in here

it's all emergency and i know

i've planned it like a battle

but when i'm done shaking i'll be simple

and he sees the buildings waiting

he sees them tired and leaning on each other

and all the words i had escaped

and all the things i saw lost shape

and i'm forgetting everything faster than i can remember what i'mmissing

and i'm missing everything

and i know i've planned it like a battle

but when i'm done shaking i'll be.....