I am a feather
Drifting softly on the wind
I am a feather
Twirling with the gusts and breezes
Waiting to make my escape
Kanaya is a bird
Flying against the current
Forever watching
Lingering in places long forgotten
We are both lost
Waiting for what will never come
Finding things long forgotten
And that should stay in the mists
Of ancient memory
But no matter what comes
Of this disaster of the mind and soul
No matter how black
Things will be
We will always wander back
To our own little circle
Holding the poison of things
That should have never been known
