what in the world
have I put myself into
this time
down on a dream
chasing life
through the trees
in the moonshine
lonesome and loose
neck in the noose
where in the world
can I go
I am a bird
who cannot find a reason
to fly on
searching around
for a soft patch
of ground
I can die on
scared to the bone
of living alone
what in the world
do I know
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