The Last Bird Song
The last bird song heard
In this forgotten flesh
Is one of sorrow, worry, and regret;
The whispers plea across the trees
To say goodbye to me,
“We all fetch the same bets—
Take part in the mesh to survive it.
Although that can't be had,
We are glad to continue the path
Or find ways around it.”
If what you assume is true,
We are all inevitably subdued.
I've queued life's clues
And found beauty in blue.
Let it be what it may.
“Choosing to be gone in May?
Why not test fate by joining hate? ”
I'll tell you why—I rather be late
Than never arriving at a place.
Then, they just flew away.
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