HEY BIRD

Hey bird
maybe you heard
I'm living life in a circle
like a madman running laps
at the bottom of a quarry
I've got this fist of energy
at the center of me
but the fist's in a jar
and the jar's in a box
with the box in a bow
tied in a knot
like me
The fist makes me want to fly
but I've got no place to go