I Think About

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...