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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... From Letras Mania