I am tired, physically
Feeling my mental exhaustion.
The rhythm of my life takes me
Where I would rather not go:
Places embraced by a fog of fatigue,
While I experience moments of weirdness.

It taught so much, about myself, about us.
It took so much, of my time, energy, and personnality.
Is it enough, and does it worth it ?
Because giving myself to others is scary....
Am I able to retrieve what I gave
When I am free of responsibilities ?

I am not certain, because I feel loneliness.
I feel that there isn't that many people like us.
I feel we are left to ourselves, and being not able
To ask for help, when it comes to recomposing.
Recomposing ourself. Resourcing our batteries, so,
When our weekends end, we could go back to helping others.

The bird was there, standing alone
Singing a song, closer to a moan
I knew something was wrong
It was obvious, I know that song
It was the song of death
The melody of the last breath
I wanted to do something
I wanted a change of situation
I didn't know what to do
No idea for a solution
I just sat there silently watching
Watching a fallen bird, burn down to ash
It hurt, I felt the pain, the heart crash
Why is reality so evil ? Why am i so ?
Can't I feel empathy ? nothing to do ?
I put a step forward then a second
Step after another arrived in a second
Released my emotions in a word of truth
Gave it all out, my fountain of youth
I expressed hope, expressed love
Expressed everything blindly, in despair
I wanted the bird to live, express it's flair
I wrapped my hands around, it felt it's warmth
walked all the alley back and forth
Lost my rhythm felt the bird was lost
Slowed my pace, couldn't look at my hands
I no longer felt the pulse, shiver down my spine
I closed my eyes, tried to believe that all was fine
But nothing was right, i had commited the crime
It was all over, there was no more time
I called out to the sky, wished i be heard
I called, was a desperate try to bring back the bird
I sat waiting for the reply
It came moments later, i heard a cry
It came, this is the call from the sky
It felt blurry at the beggining couldn;t understand
But the truth was awful i was alone in a barren land
I heard my echo, thought it was hope
It was the voice of despair
Death ? no way to repair
it said it clear: Leave the bird alone
You have no power to change the past
You are weak, you will someday last
The bird is gone now, live with that fact
Try not to forget, for memories are your identity
Sit, Watch, listen and learn: build your personnality
The bird is a mere experience between a thousand
Life is still full of surprises you will have to withstand
Life is gift, you either accept or deny
Life is the bird, with whom you refused to fly

By: GuessWho....... 24/02/2017