Where Am I?
At this juncture in my life
I wonder where I truly am.
Even as I say these words
I'm thinking life is for the birds
who fly away, avoid the strife,
who never ever give a damn.
I live by artifice and sham.
I never pause along the way.
I never for a moment play,
but, like the birds, I'm geared for flight,
the runway cleared and bathed in light.
My fear of flight sounds so absurd.
I take no courage from the bird.
The thing I feared has now appeared.
I veer unscathed into the night.
How like the birds I am this day.
My words and I must fly away.
Tomorrow I will stop and say
"I wonder where I am today?"