SMOKING THE BIRD SEEDS

I LOVE TO FEED ALL THE BIRDS IN MY YARD,
AND WATCH THEM SO CHEERFULLY FEED,
ALL MERRILY SINGING IN JOYFUL SOUND,
BECAUSE THEY ARE HAPPILY FREED.

I USED TO LIVE IN A WORLD LIKE THIERS,
TO TRAVEL WHEREVER I PLEASE,
FLOCKING WITH OTHERS AND SINGING WITH JOY
WITHOUT ANY FEAR OF DISEASE.

HUMANS NOW LIVE IN A WORLD THAT HAS CHANGED,
AND FREEDOM IS GIVEN AWAY,
HOPING TO TRADE IT FOR SAFETY SOMEHOW,
AND THINKING THAT IT'S HERE TO STAY.

FREEDOM IS NOW JUST A DREAM IN MY HEAD,
A MEMORY THAT COMES WHEN I'M STONED,
SMOKING THE BIRDSEEDS AND SINGING MY SONGS,
STRUNG OUT IN MY BIRD BATH ALONE.