Consumed with thoughts of a bird in flight,
Graceful and elegant, it flies into the night.
Tossing and turning instead of peaceful sleep...
Fears and angers do begin to seep.
Rest never comes, eyes focused to the sky,
Filled with tears and always ready to cry.
Unconscious desires creep into your mind...
Such late hours are not for every kind.
Consumed with thoughts of a bird in flight...
Fly away, too, I just might.