Outside Ideas Of Right Doing And Wrong

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say. I Don't Plan It. When I'm Outside The Saying Of It, I Get Very Quiet And Rarely Speak At All.

Doing As Others Told Me, I Was Blind. Coming When Others Called Me, I Was Lost. Then I Left Everyone, Myself As Well. Then I Found Everyone, Myself As Well.

Birdsong Brings Relief To My Longing. I Am Just As Ecstatic As They Are, But With Nothing To Say.

If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

The Feelings Trembled And Flapped In His Chest Like A Bird Newly Put In A Cage.