a bird with no name

i'm riding a bird with no name

i'm trying to be more often

correct in my response

in a world full of airplanes

in a forest of bars

on the shoulders of a friend

you are kidding when you says let's repeat!

no hitting

we play the game of feet

it's justicide

in a circle of feathers

photographic cuisine

and we fly on

to the end of boredom

on a bird with no wings.