The Bird Chirp

Once again Mr. Bucking trends yet he suffers

It's time to clean up this mess so I press the dust buster

When in a cluster it's almost Zen to disperse

With nothing on my back but my shirt doing fine work

Time works in chronological or it's possibly a circle we can Seek to explore

The spectrum of the colors in the rainbow

We make our own perceptions what's the message from your Frame

When you interpret then the verse earns a purpose

First we fertilize the soil then a bird might get to chirping

We toil with attempts on definitions of successful

We never want uncertainty from those that say they're loyal

We really want to move on, from moping on the futon