It’s Just Easier To Stay Numb

Flakes of bread my head used scrambled eggs consumed by all fell out of bird quite plain. Tired of being ask by those so smart a road is crossed bye raven sitting ever in the dark. Sitting vacant stared upon a line so high I would not dare my foot to touch the ground. What use these wings from they will not let me fly away in sky their mind no room. Presumption consumption vacant stare the rule passed want them not to kill my soul no room a heart sees not a care. Others not of you play rules misguided cause those mouths stay shut so play me as the fool.