flicken a slice

felt n feelin the linger of time Rollin over pointin fingers aimed upwards as knuckles r seen as ah fuck u expressed as the only way to admit I'm tired of fightin for what could be mine. Flightless birds unplucked yet bald like an eagle risin to the occasion touchin the skies changin colors as beautiful as my life could never be. Fed up n frustrated with time never givin in as my sails blowin the winds untamed gesture flickin a slice through the breeze that chills my bones. Oh yeah, not givin a flyin fuck has tampered with my mind far to long as a set of twins play with the shapes of the clouds changin with the shadows on the ground beneath the feets soles.