Little BirdLittle bird with no songhow do you do?Are you broken little bird?Where on earth are you?You're low to the groundbut your mind thinks highYet your sight stays unfocused;As everyday goes byTell me little birdWhat has life brought to you?Yet you give no good newsNot even a small sigh or cooLittle bird to the ground,It must be quite scaryYou know I lost my song onceBut it was only temporaryLittle meak birdDo you walk left or right?Say little birdAre your loved ones alright?Your mind is so highyet your vision so scarywhy don't you understandSmall little canary?Poor little bird,Just one last questionWho are all those heads on which you stand?That you had just forgotten to mention?For you see little bird, you were never quite lowNo actually-- you had quite the helping handBut your mind saw low and your eyes were blindSo who are all those heads on which you stand?They're shaking little birdThey've got a long road aheadLittle bird you're not aloneSo don't act
I was about to comment, "Glub glub glub."
But here I see,
we think too much alike.