Mourning in
Morning out
The early birds is canaries
The folding in and
Performance doubt
Led to them unready
Pouring in
Yet soaring out
Juxtaposed his ending
The nest grown full con
Formed until
All of them were family
Sibling bickers
Undistinguished features
They all wore feathers
They aren't different
The leader pitchers
Was perched not withered
The cave-bird screeches
Preached to weekend
Tubes starts leaking
Confession
A dull pipe
By saying of phrases
Boxed our name
Labeled signs
South goers is sin
All other lies
And you still wanna go back to July