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...