Odyssey

The weird kid sat in the corner
With baggy clothes and wild stench
His dark secret, his past, oh the horror
The temptation to leer is our quench
We write the paths of his life
Punch, Kick, Smirk, now you're gone
His mind torn by this strife
Yet, we just carry on
We don't see the line of limit
We don't see the depth of the gash
Our words spill out like a filthy habit
Our actions made him feel like trash
Was it any different at home?
Was there no sense of sanctuary?
On what foundation have you grown?
For how long will this life be dreary?
But he's found a way to become famous
In the company of his dark corners
With a rope and loop he commits the heinous
And in the end it's us who become the mourners

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

Cockatiel

My life is akin to my pet bird
Its cage so lonely and cosmic
The purpose of it so absurd
His poor little life full of conflict
He watches the world, dreaming of hope
And wonders if there'll be an escape
To a place where he can still cope
And master the tricks of his fate
So he waits and taps the bars
And sometimes someone would set him free
Where he'd fly out; reaching for the stars
His heart soaring as he tries to flee
But something always halts his movements
He remembers the love we gave him
How we acknowledged his brilliance
And so, his thoughts are no longer grim
However, he's still left brooding
And his sad thoughts will return once more

Back to haunt him with a powerful sting
For the pain has reached down to his core

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

My pet bird Tamba