Watching the Birds

Dark shapes through dark skies.
Spiraling to heaven and beyond.
Away from life,
From responsibilities, and from death.
Nothing can catch them,
Bring them down.
Pain, happiness, sadness.
Emotions lost on the wind.
No memories, so full of tears,
No nightmares to steal the soul.
I wish I could fly like a bird
And if I said I'd found a way,
Would you laugh with me?
Rejoice with me? Fly with me?
Or just condemn me back to this prison.
This prison, that you call life.