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.