watching me

a bird upon a roof with coal-black feathers

cocks his head

to catch my eye

wandering and unfocused i cannot meet his stare

he takes to wing

silhouette against the sun

surrounded by the glare



funny how the days go by invisibly

and faster than i realize the things i think about

strange to find the calendar my enemy

and scared that when i die so will the things

i think about



i believe in so many things

i know that none of them are true

and my feet

firm upon a pathway i am far too blind to see

leading me



funny how the days go by invisibly

and faster than i realize the things i think about

scared to find the calendar my enemy

and when i die so will the thousand things

i think about



on and on and on