blink.
he plucks them from the sky
like their little lifeless bodies
have no defense against freedom
and i wonder,
how you sound when
you tick tick tick.
are the dreams so menacing they’re deafening?
were your eyes always so shaddowed black?
only a pill stands between you and escape.
only a blade stands between you and escape.
freedom has a ring
you can’t hear
you can’t see.
one day, you’ll taste it
in a memory of daycare
at age 6
you’ll see why
we were all born to be alive.