When I see the flocks of birds
Silhouetted against the sky
Black against the blue
I close my eyes and let myself drift away
To a time when things were much simpler.
When colours were richer and life was fuller
A time when I was invincible.
Now life is complicated; my soul is weary and my mind discontent
Unhappy with the ways of the ways of the world.
For it was the real world that robbed colour of its luster and appeal
And made me a dim shadow of my past vibrant self.
But I catch a glimpse of that happiness
When I see those birds
And remember the times I felt alive.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
When I see the flocks of birds
Silhouetted against the sky
Black against the blue
I close my eyes and let myself drift away
To a time when things were much simpler.
When colours were richer and life was fuller
A time when I was invincible.
Now life is complicated; my soul is weary and my mind discontent
Unhappy with the ways of the ways of the world.
For it was the real world that robbed colour of its luster and appeal
And made me a dim shadow of my past vibrant self.
But I catch a glimpse of that happiness
When I see those birds
And remember the times I felt alive.
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