Songbird

Folding rain clouds
Thought it out loud
I am the deer in the garden, cold and simple hearted
The flowers flex an awkward breeze
Staring at pictures
Fixate on the fixtures
It is a name on a paper
An awkward arrangement
The deer stops and lifts his head

I'm not going back to sleep
I'm not facing any fears

What did you think you would say
This fragile place could fade away
Fault your fingers and your fate

Selfless image
Saw myself in it
I am the deer and the headlights
Staring at a stop sign
A thing that I will not recall

I don't wanna learn another lesson
I think I've learned enough of them
Awash in a consequential moonlight
An open-handed fistfight
I ended where I thought I'd left

Folding rain clouds
Thought it out loud
I am the deer in the garden, cold and simple hearted
The flowers flex an awkward breeze