Mr Mastadon Farm
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. You see birds fall from the window ledge
above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second.I can see their dead weight Just dropping like stones Or small loaves of bread
Past my window all the time.But unless I get up,Walk across the room And peer down below, I don't see their last second curves Toward a horizontal flight.All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones. Now due to a construct in my mind That makes their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire existence, It becomes important for me To get up and seeTheir last second curves toward flight. It's almost as if my life will fall Unless I see their ascent. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. But unless I get up, Walk across the room And peer down below, I won't see their last second curves Toward a, a horizontal flight. All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones. Now due to a construct in my mind That makes their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire existence, It becomes important for me To get up and see
Their last second curves toward flight. It's almost like my life will fall, My life will fall, Unless I see their ascent. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material.