Piece by piece, we wither
Scratch by scratch. We dither
Day by day, we rot a little
On the inside, and the outside
List by list, we fumble
Moment by moment, we gamble
Step by step, we learn a little
Only to lose every bit at the end
And, so I ask, why are we Weathered ?
Flocking to the tune of the gathered
Fading away in the daylight
To the thoughts of flying away!
Flying with eclectic dreams
Carving away from society’s self esteem
Scraping away the restraint disorder
Rebellious, but utterly vital
So, just fly away!