This is a new poem/song, I have been working on with a few friends. Give me some insite on what you think. A bird, sat on a fence Poor bird had lost his sense His wings, and things Got lost from site, He tired to see but the smoke couldn't clear Meanwhile, man was stoned All his senses began to drone He took a hit, tried to sit He fell to earth Got forced through rebirth When the bird realised What his mind and eyes Forgot to see, what he could be The bird, remembered he was man But couldn't comprehend
