Birds of Reminiscence

It's dusk and it's cold Rain leaves its petrichor We feel reminiscent of our lives When we were so small Our paths are blurred – we've lost the focus Lust for something more Dried all the petrichor We feel the sheepishness of our past When we were young and we could fly We're the same beak and sound Right now, right now, right now We're the same joy and pain Right now, right now, right now, right now We could fly anywhere All the way up We could sing any song Do whatever we wanna do We're the same wings and brain Flying high, flying high, flying high We feel the same wind and sun In our feathers now Right now, right now, right now We could fly anywhere All the way up We could sing any song Do whatever we wanna do Why did we choose to land here And split into parts All that remains is a memory And the taste in our mouths We feel reminiscent of our lives When we were young We feel the solitude of our parts When we ceased to fly Fly We feel reminiscent of our lives When we were young