I see birds moving away…
Fading away…away into the sky…

From the window where I sit…I often watch them fly by…

Going home to their nests, to their little ones perhaps…

All eager and waiting…

I watch the daily drill…
I wonder…have they reached? Or are they flying still…

Some days are good and some not so

Some start on a good note and some not so

While some bring cheer and some not so

While some seem all uphill and some not so

This is what makes a lifetime…worth living…is that not so?

It often talks to me…even when I am not free…
It talks and I listen and sometimes I talk back…
It talks about the missing tiles and it talks about the lack…
The voice in my head…I wish it was dead…
It talks about the past and of everything vast…
The topics are often the same! Of things to claim and people to blame…
The voice in my head…
And so much is still left unsaid…