Birds fluttered their wings, scintillating into space
Men scurried, but the need's to survive
The wind tensed, cold to the bone
Elements in agony, but the cold
Ah, my 22nd birthday, time fleeting
Birthday and not death day
Like death, everything went cold and old
Turning around, not even a soul to say hoy
Trees swayed, on but this goodbye to years
The sky dark, depicting dark graves
Just 22 in the land but without landing
A floating tree in the midst of trees
Ah but the futility of life
Of meaningless substances in squalor
Of waste, no one could know but one
Absurd, absurdity, no teas
No woman to say ling on me, life is but lies
In dreams, meaningless dreams without end
No road, mapping out unthinkable, wasted breath
Tears would flow; a birthday is a death day!
