Sometimes I feel like a bird in the wind, flitting around without a home

Flit flit  flit I go, to where, nobody knows

I stop to view my surroundings, far and wide they stretch

The road to anywhere has no end, yet mine is somewhere out there

Tomorrow I will stop and think about where my feet will come to rest

For right now I will flit, like a bird on the wind


©Rahkhel Ihej