Caged birds croon and serenade,
Taking in the sights with astounding disdain,
Stuck in the head like songs never meant to sing,
Some beats escape the heart to not knock again.
While the world is coming to an end,
All my mistakes seem so little in itself,
Another song that we were yet to sing,
Turned into whispers that don’t exhale.
The rage in the moon that shines bright,
Timid stars wait for the sun to rise,
The earth goes around on time,
We live everyday wasting our lives.
