We float through the motions

Nibbling ambrosia

Always the same

Our antique devotions

Gave us agnosia

Now nothing remains

Beyond the nest

Prune the branches

Break to build

Divest from your nest

It pays to be uncomfortable

It's the only way to grow

Or be a node in the owlgorithm

Fluttering about

Without a shred

Of agency

Take a chance and

It might be worth it

If you trust the process

You don't deserve it

Throw me a curve ball

Fuck up my day

Turns out we had it all backwards

Our world's so small

Let's live a little

Turns out we had it all backwards

I'm not lost

I'll no longer

Cut the crust

Off my experience

I'm not lost

I'll no longer

Cut the crust

Off my experiences

There's a world in which we all believe the opposite

Of the things that we hold true

I'll no longer cut the crust off my experience