watching me   a bird upon a roof with coal-black feathers   cocks his head   to catch my eye   wandering and unfocused i cannot meet his stare   he takes to wing   silhouette against the sun   surrounded by the glare      funny how the days go by invisibly   and faster than i realize the things i think about   strange to find the calendar my enemy   and scared that when i die so will the things   i think about      i believe in so many things   i know that none of them are true   and my feet   firm upon a pathway i am far too blind to see   leading me      funny how the days go by invisibly   and faster than i realize the things i think about   scared to find the calendar my enemy   and when i die so will the thousand things   i think about      on and on and on...