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
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