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This belongs to me, Raile Darin.


You think I can't fathom your life in the sky;
Dear stranger, I see the pale path that you walk.
But the bright trees and grasses you love are not mine,
It's the weeds and the gravel I want.

Don't talk about friendship or making things right
The laws that you're building have no value to me
My dull wings aren't broken, I just don't want to fly
Don't make me walk alongside you.

Stairways of pigeons mourn the passing event
Of grey vaulted chambers with unhappy words.
I can make it alone in this world of cement,
I can live in the smoke and the garbage.

I'm not walking the road, instead choosing to sit
Against a damp wall watching everyone pass.
There's not much to see but I'm doing my bit
Writing down interesting names.

Sometimes in my silence I can hear a remark
That serves to remind of roads taken too far.
In your stupid vain world I refuse to take part.
Yet I care what you think about me.