Sneak
I heard you twice I liked that you seemed okay with me being quiet Last I checked, my fingers and yours seemed perfectly intertwined This morning, the sky feels renewed and there's a draft that plunges into the bare feet of these unclean windows The birds have colluded and my tranquil tantrum feels wrongfully disbursed and willfully discarded I'm not ready yet And the mynahs could care less The orchestra I didn't ask for, ruining my own wicked orchestration So I try to forego my stubbornness Attempt to seek solace in what I can't control