Mimicking Birds Under And In Rocks
This afternoon thunderheads loom let go of your weather balloon
Certain doom of one more mission Out and over to the moon - overflow that way soon
If all we fought for was senseless laws, We gave up like weaklings who long ago lost their god
Impossible odds, but comparatively they are really not, There will always be parts and pieces of us under and in rocks
We are often childish in many ways And just like children purposelessly behaved
But somewhere else this will all be erased And then nowhere taking on a somewhere shape
