I envy those birds,
soaring so high,
clasping the rain,
exploring the sky.

Thoughts that linger  past my mind,
Remind me of people ,from these surroundings divine.
Thoughts of joy,thoughts of sorrow,
Thoughts from the wise past and those of hopeful tomorrow.
Thoughts that break,thoughts that bind,
Thoughts of a lover left undefined.

Thoughts that linger past my mind ,
Remind me of my existence.
Of  my breakthrough in this worldly  place,
Of the  first magical word spoken by me,
That was called,'mother',
Words of broken -unbroken  promises,
And of faithful  friendships and hubris.
Of those nights that raged like a stormy sea,
And those days spent  pondering over the window  panes.

Thoughts that linger past my mind,
Remind me that this world is a mystic place.
Of how these thoughts influence every being,
At once they afflict,at once they allay.

Here,I stand cracked and fragile,
like an old man in the declining years of his life.
In an abandoned house of muck and grime,
which once echoed with sounds so sublime.

The rain which revived my wooden skin,
now leaves me swollen and shrinking.
I'm withered beyond repair,
the heavens have turnedin grim despair.

I'm fading,a part of me has started shredding.
I wonder what my fate would be?
In this desolated land of dark and melancholy,
In this desolated land of dark and melancholy.