"Are you having a good time?" (dog barking in backbround)   "aren't you?"   "Uhh.."   "No?"   "I don't know"         Nails and grenades   But I'm under interrogation?   report through the hole    left where the trees and halberds once stood   taller then eye contact   and years turn to dust left behind   with bark and other remnants of something that used to be alive   old forests like cemetaries    with stumps for headstones   and the birds are left to be built over   a dated idea to be alive   like old electronics    still used    but archaic   a house to keep the insides in   to protect it from everything else   as if they're not even there   function lost   like not being able to find the handle to a broken coffee cup   brown stains around the lip that can't be cleaned   now useless in a wastebasket   identity #1    where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?, where do the birds go?   where do the birds go?,      crushed on interstates   by the progress of a world    of trucks and other developments   or kept inside    protected by the serenity of a birdcage   unaware of the powers that their grandparents felt   the trees that they once lived in.. we now live in   the trees that they once lived in.. we now live in      One birdcage to another    safty in a non-touchable place   to those wings that know freedom:    a dirt home and their excuse not to die   bird sanctuary a refuge for wildlife    where predators are controlled and   hunting is not allowed   no more fear   seeing only the serenity of being alive   unaware unaware unaware   unaware of any other aspects of the world they are isolated from   kept under the table like a villian in a scary movie   removed until the mystery is over   then crushed and defiled like crushed carnations in a diary   work from history   cancer from a different disease   as unaccepted as an empty lot in a growing subdivision   feel everything   and remove the beauty of simplicity   it's easy to be alive but being alive   really alive    means freedom on a different level   high or low is irrelevant it's both   look at everything   to absorb everything   attempting to understand everything from carnations to dead birds