The birds give hell

Whilst harming their worms

They still chirp their songs

Particularly well

As if to taunt my dry mouth spell

And even though I step

Right foot after left

There's something I'm tripping upon

There's something blocking my path

Amidst step-catch

I reflect

To find a mirror surprised

That both of our hands would align

I'm stuck to myself

Posed in a reach with no capture

Do you remember me?

Or the way that this was supposed to be?

Before we had just an ounce of relief?

We were rich with pain

But we could not take all the words that we'd say

We were rife with our pain and we writhe and we pay with our lives

For shame

A missive of misuse

That hampers all your abilities

Cause you abuse and can't remember things with your friends

Remove your hands from the ears that they've been covering

I know you never heard

But you're my favorite word