Metanoia

There was a young cub and when he's riled up He wouldn't know how to say what he's thinking It took him years to find a way which to Channel his feelings by howling but he'd say Birds will always sing better than me That's an analogy What if nobody listens to me Maybe I disagree Cause if I don't try for me These woods won't let me be Now he's okay at everything so he Cannot be good at anything he said Hunt me down, take me by the crown to Dramaticize my need to be found because Birds will always sing better than me But unrelentingly And if nobody cares what I say I'll put them out the way Cause if I don't try for me These woods won't let me be I will try to be unspoken, unchosen beauty