Too much to remember, its clouding my mind

Nor is there time to relax and unwind

I get to the door; they put up a “closed” sign

There is no one certain key to the way I do things

I don’t need to prove what I know just to move free

I just listen when the bird inside tries to sing

Passionate songs from a bird with broken wings

It doesn’t need to fly into sunsets to know it’s alive

I know not to hurry in healing; I’ll get there in time

A hole in the stomach of an empty energy

Trying to force that is harsh, just let it be

Feed the fever, but starve the cold

One by one piece will unfold

I appreciate the time left and that I’m still standing

My capacity inner love will always be ever expanding