I saw a raven standing, on a broken post.
He stood there alone, disheveled, yet so composed.
His black feathers fanned in the evening sun.
I asked what was wrong and he flew away in a start.

Wait! Wait! Oh please don’t leave.
The days are getting shorter
The sun’s retreating beneath the sea!
I know it will rise again but these things are tearing at me.
They’re hungry and beastly. They’re hungry and beastly.

And I- have so much left to ask,
Like how is it we spend our whole lives trying to find a purpose?
As darkness dances away, in the dying light
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.

I’ve seen people covered in birds of all kinds
Ravens and cranes, and a whole lot more.
Black ink sprouting feathers where there was nothing before.
It’s weird how we all have these coincidental symbols in our lives.
They are meaningless images not placed by God, or fate, to stupefy.
We ascribe value and reason to the most senseless of things,
And by believing in swordfish and ravens…
We can shed new wings!

The human in me says that this is all a mistake
That our pursuits are worthless, and done in vain!
But you should rest assured, knowing it is you who controls your mind.
You manage your perceptions, and need to embrace your life.
I’ve learned that sometimes you just gotta let the universe, do its thing
And by taking a step back, you can stop playing the game
Though you’ll always be a part, this gives you a chance to feel sane.
Though everything is going wrong, everything will be ok.

Don’t you remember standing on that misty cliff?
And how we experienced flight while staring into the abyss
How when we unplugged ourselves and became self aware
Our bodies became birds and gained us reign of the air.