To sit and watch
Lost in a forest of thoughts
Some memories chirp and sing, others creak in the chill wind
Drifting effortlessly across the moss covered ground, wandering aimlessly through the suffocating underbrush

Shadows race across the ground; before long molten gold melts into the tree of my memories
Mechanical waves drown the songs of my birds, distant shouts replace the wind through the leaves



It’s dark
Go home