Why would a bird
continue to fly
if in the end
it will only fall to the
ground, become one with
the earth, and beat
it's wings
no more.
Your tea began to cool
as you stared into
the oblivion
that you created
to be
your own.
You were completely
and blissfully
ignorant
to the stares you
were receiving
as you sat alone
in the window
of the coffee shop you seemed
to call home
and though you
were away
in a world
unknown
by the rest of us
and were completely alone
in your thoughts
you looked as though
you held the earth
in your hands
and your mind spun it
as though nothing mattered
at all.
but it was spinning
far out of the control
which you held so loosely
in your
hands
and you were falling
into the stars
as the world attempted
to drown you
in the lonesome
atmosphere
of
oblivion.
