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

[Incomprehensible]