Fly South - Enon

All of those miserable birds

Countless circles

Wish like fish in

Glass bowls

Thinking of the places

That they’d like to go

From their Alamo

Yes, all of those miserable birds

Struggling to be absurd

Light a candle

Hold that handle

Wings that should be

Fluttering

Just go so long just

Struggling to go

All of your miserable words

Uttered but still go unheard

Coming from beaks on the shore

That if they call

It matters not at all

All of those miserable birds

Hovering above the world

Clip their wings and watch them fall

And leave them there

Until they learn to crawl