Saturday, December 22, 2018

Started Well

Celebrations and birds flying high.

I don’t remember ever being so happy.

Then I got a brain, and my happiness left.

I never thought it would be something that fails.

But it did and now I’m now done.

Oh, wait.

It looks like I have to deal with it all.

For a very long time.

It hurts me the most.

And I can’t even give it to anyone else.

While they have celebrations.

With their birds flying oh so high.

I’m dirt beneath their feet.

I was the revolution.

I can’t be the absolution.

If I’m forgotten.

Enjoy your freedom.

Mine is in another place.

Far from here.