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I never thought I'd see the day
when I didn't know anymore.
All that I had learned..
and all that I had lived through..
Added up to chaos.
Nothing made sense.
Nothing worked.
All is lost.
and never found.
I am not me.
Yet I am here.
I am stuck.
I want to get out.
But I can't find the door.
I never colored my world.
I left it to run itself together.
All is grey.
I have nothing to guide me..
I am searching in a void.
I see a bird.
I laugh.
A reflection.
Me...
Flying aimlessly in front of cars.
I am drunk,
I am risky,
I am playing with danger.
I have wings
but I stay low.
I flutter instead of fly
And I don't care to know why.
Or do I ?
If I am sad.
And I feel lost.
I must care.
I can still feel and therefore
I can choose to see hope.
Maybe all I have to do is envision a better plight.
Not just for the birds,
but for myself.
Maybe I need to get creative and choose colors I like.
And then just begin to paint that room called life,
as I want to see it.
My creativity is endless.
Just have to pick up a brush.
If there is one thing I learned in this life time of mine,
it's that it's never too late
to begin again.
Wipe that slate clean,
and there you go...
Fly little one.. Fly high!
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