All of those miserable birds Countless circles Wish like fish in Glass bowls Thinking of the places That they'd like to go From their alamo Yes, all of those miserable birds Struggling to be absurd Light a candle Hold that handle Wings that should be fluttering Just go so long just Struggling to go All of your miserable words Uttered but still go unheard Coming from beaks on the shore That if they call It matters not at all All of those miserable birds Hovering above the world Clip their wings and watch them fall And leave them there Until they learn to crawl