I was told you love me
I guess I heard wrong
I lay here in the Darkness
All alone
No one else
Just me
Thinking
Dreaming
Wishing
You were still here
To comfort me at times like this
Times of Darkness
I need you here to hold me when I cry
To tell me it's ok
To give me hope for the future
But it's too late
You're gone
You could've been there but you weren't
Your were off doing your own thing
I lay here waiting for you to come back
But you never do
Day by day it gets worse
Tear drenched eyes
Shattered heart
You may love us
But do you care what happens to us
If you did you wouldn't have left us this way
I still lay here waiting
Waiting for one thing only
Waiting for my dad to be a Dad

Skipping from one mistake to the next,
Nimble and quick, as if mistakes are the best
And these feet cannot find any other footing
Putting the best foot first in the wrong direction,
Constantly making the connection between
Intention and the opposite of nourishing,
Suffocated instead of purely flourishing,
A navigating lesson is necessary for survival
Or perhaps a session meditating on a true revival

Do you think the birds
get scared when they start
to fly a little too high?
Do you ever think they feel
they are going to fall
as the wind pushes through
them and they lose their path?
Do you ever feel like a soaring
bird, flying in the air,
when you feel like you have
control, but similarly you have none?
Do you get scared when
you lose sight of your direction?
Are you like a bird,
flying a little too high?
Are you soaring through life
with little to no direction?
Are you a bird?
Am I?