This came out of me while writing recording my collab with @zecoop. I decided to make a poetry song out of it. I think my younger self is trying to speak to me.
Born into a scavenger flight of sparrowless wanderers,
Broken battered night - ready to rise,
Walking silently behind my patience,
Desperately attached to these tattered wishes,
Gone to the grave and why milk the messenger?
Burning sunset leaves my throat -
Everyone is watching - and cries
Beautiful loneliness of light touches their skin,
They cannot see beneath the willow tress,
I close my eyes and wish for
Milky water to drown out misunderstanding.