The world is still

The world seems to be still today,

Yet the sounds keep buzzing,

It is as if the traps we made for them, are our very own killing

I wish that my true self will rise,

I hope that it is still possible to cry.

I know, one day, I will stand up and fly.

My mind is a mess that seeks a tale,

My eyes sees nothing yet.

My ears burn when the birds call,

I feel our kind is earth's bane.