the ship
wandering in distance
through the graying sky
I have to keep it coming
the bird
hiding in the bushes
waiting to be caught
I have to keep it coming
the presence of a girl
still longing out for me
to kill the bird and sink the ship
I have to keep it coming,
to avoid dancing for
the melody of my bones
breaking under the weight
of the girl, the bird, and the ship
just standing still and keep it coming