Fulcrum

There are so many things wrong
I can't see because the light is too strong
When I walk it's not like when I was young
I can't hear because I'm too highly strung
The window is of my past as the edges are torn
The daylight dims and the night comes along
I started to sing a simple little song to remember and what always comes
The bird flew away and there was a terrible storm I just stayed and watched the sea rolling on
Eventually I realised the stars in the night sky had all but gone
I shed a tear then flew to a place were my body could lay right down then suddenly the morning light came and shone
I can see quite clearly and hear the waves back where it begun.
The circles had reached fulcrum.