I'm so sick of trying to
Trick me into thinking 
That I’m not jaded at all 
Im tired of reversing 
Then Hurting then nursing 
A purpose that does me so wrong 

Oh, to be a bird
With hollow bones
Untethered from intention

Oh, to be a bird
So out of reach
Unbothered and unburdened

Does anyone ever pray for roadkill?
No matter, the world is so small
Let someone else have it
I don’t mind the bleachers
I don’t mind the asphalt at all

Oh, to be a bird
With hollow bones
Untethered from a purpose

Oh, to be a bird
So out of reach
Unbothered and unburdened

I’ve failed before, and I will fail again
But this is a race where you can’t lose or win
I give myself grace and more patience and space
To let the world run me all  over and over and over…… again

Oh, to be a bird
And nothing more 
Untethered from a purpose

Oh, to be a bird
With hollow wings
spread across the pavement