I sit by the window as it rains
and try to catch drops as they softly fall
probably some from my own life
all blended together into a huge dark cloud
that hovers endlessly in my life.
I rarely get a clear sky.
As i lift my eyes up to see the sky
I see birds flying high,
devoid of any worries of getting wet
in spite of the rain slowing their pace.
They rather seem to enjoy it,
as a small rift in the endless sky.
I want to live like them
not caring what comes next
taking one step at a time.
Its not difficult,I think
but reality jolts me back .
It’s like life is taunting me
telling me I must live life,
and holding me back with chains.
I break away
to live life my way.
What people say won’t stop me now
I will have to try,spread those wings
and learn how to fly.