Triangle chickens
can't see the pecking order
their eyes are so small
Purple means newness
then flowers start their reaching
playing with sunlight
I wither with sighs
my throat burns for sweet moisture
there's work to be done
Why still bow our heads
if wind pushes us forward
all truth is manmade
So no soul above?
how no twist in the system?
still feels like questions
Chickens have gone now
wind is blowing them pen-ward
I'm here with the dog
Present is trying
more important than dying
but damn its hard
I am weak with sick
this is no time for fatigue
I must honor it
Where is harmony
self-control and free
I'm angsty again
can't see the pecking order
their eyes are so small
Purple means newness
then flowers start their reaching
playing with sunlight
I wither with sighs
my throat burns for sweet moisture
there's work to be done
Why still bow our heads
if wind pushes us forward
all truth is manmade
So no soul above?
how no twist in the system?
still feels like questions
Chickens have gone now
wind is blowing them pen-ward
I'm here with the dog
Present is trying
more important than dying
but damn its hard
I am weak with sick
this is no time for fatigue
I must honor it
Where is harmony
self-control and free
I'm angsty again
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