18 May 2012
Little bird, what do you crave? Do you wish to see my grave? I'll show you my death if you want. As I layd dying in a colorful pond.
Has your little head spun loose, In my luck, making me your muse. Have you ever seen me little bird? Have you ever touched me little bird?
I wish you to lay down the other birds song, and create your very own beautiful song. See I know what you crave little birdie. You crave attention like any other birdie.
Lift your wings little mockingbird. Lift yourself above being a mockingbird. You know you could be so much more. Why make your singing such a chore?
Little pretty mockingbird. Little lovely mockingbird. You could be so much more.
The Mockingbird • Opuss № I