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 On and on and on...