and we are like fantastic birds
with other voices still unheard
under a canopy of dreams
laughter in iridescent streams
fantastic birds have never flown
trying to make this world their own
in actuality i know
there is no glitter in the snow
and we are like fantastic birds
our meaning hidden in our words
in an academy of light
and its no ordinary night
fantastic birds in endless sky
in other worlds we can’t deny
their violet plumage glistening
even though no one’s listening
SUPERNOVA
falling the air is bright
waiting for sparks to ignite
and in the middle of the night
caught in your efficacious light
promised i’d stay awake
the endings more than i could shake
a thousand rainclouds all at once
try to decide your relevance
bought out but no one paid
thought out, you were betrayed
a sense of irony pervades
and you can’t find the friends you made
nervous in the car park
waiting for it to get dark
i made a mockery of myself
could we talk about something else