Naive was the beggining of September,
a bird who flies high,
open was for now,
i paid my dues for my ignorant history,
now i am a free bird.

A free bird, to take on the world.
a mind which explores the tracks of the forever changing,
a mind to big to control and complete.
I lye and wait with the rest of the crowd on top of my clouds.
As the world turns to dust.