Some days i feel the birds,
my spirits rise
along with their wings.
Now a days i hear them,
pesky things that
wake me up, wake me up too soon.
Some days i bathe in the sun
believing it's egging me on
to do something magnificent.
Now a days i watch
through a million windows
and curtains.
Some days i feel the music,
dance to the beat.
Now a days i block it out
only hearing the slow low notes,
as if they spoke to me.