the bird

When it's over

I won't have to contemplate

Whether I am sad or not

It will be over and I will be free, finally

Free of judgement, free of rules, free of love, free of me

I will be a bird, watching over souls

That cry for me, hardly ever

I will be free, like a bird

Fly to places unknown to humankind

My wings will be soft, strong, blind

To despair

They will fly me over seas and oceans as deep

As the hole in my tired soul

And when I hear my momma's cry

I will be back at her front door

Chirping, like the bird that I am

And maybe, if we're lucky, she can

Hear my wings breaking in the rhythm

Of her favourite song

I will be the bird that everyone envies

Breaking my wings to fly

Far away

From where the storm rages

My demons will be dead

My body rotting in a small town

That has drowned its souls in liquor

And traffic jams

Maybe I'll become a bird

And if not

At least I'm dead anyway

I will be dead anyway