The sunlight stabs my eyes
There’s birds perching on the powerlines
I wonder if you woke in someone’s arms
and if you’d ever consider mine
The swaying shades of acacias
in flower arrangements suggest
That it’s time for me to be a man
Or else with what regrets
Would I be left to live forever
The sky hangs undisturbed like a static pond
Oh world, may you be preserved just as you are when I return
The scent of evening air is cinnamon sweet here
But it’s lost on my lungs breathing in
The sunlight stabs my eyes
(It stabs my eyes)
There’s ferns running up the traffic signs outside
(Outside)
I tell the ether all of my desires and she says
“Maybe another time”