I am forever struggling down here in all of this
But this is not who I am
I let go of this struggle because this is not who I am
I am lighter now
I'll be lifted by the wind
But this is not who I am
I let go of this struggle because this is not who I am
I am lighter now
I'll be lifted by the wind
on the sidewalk outside my window, three men stand facing eachother, a bit dirty in the heat, saying things i cant hear from this distance, probably nothing important, shifting their weight, pointing this way or or that, shrugging, smoking a cigarette, they remind me of the three pigeons perched on the streetlight above them, watching the cityscape around them. beautiful pigeons.