‘Wisdom Tooth’
The baby bird was stolen from its nest
Doomed lil birdie with ribbons on his chest
Papa ain’t gon fly me away from this land
On time that’s sinking in quicksand
Well gimme time to thank my soul
For not getting stranded for the long haul
And gimme time to search this land
For a familiar feeling I can understand
As I searched for the words that let me go
I wondered whether time would show
The primordial march of winters glow
And all the things that matter to know.