Celebrations and birds flying high.
I don’t remember ever being so happy.
Then I got a brain, and my happiness left.
I never thought it would be something that fails.
But it did and now I’m now done.
It looks like I have to deal with it all.
For a very long time.
It hurts me the most.
And I can’t even give it to anyone else.
While they have celebrations.
With their birds flying oh so high.
I’m dirt beneath their feet.
I was the revolution.
I can’t be the absolution.
If I’m forgotten.
Enjoy your freedom.
Mine is in another place.
Far from here.