Wind At My Back

felling the wind at my back set free as it rustles my mood about the tall grass bends and bows under my feet and my life time is buried six feet below what will you say words spoken louder then thunder though i still can't hear them i don't believe i am supposed to hear this wind at my back controls me guides me past my humility free from any political agenda are the birds mocking me or laughing with me, their grins and peacock feather grace are they better than the human race i have found my life is expired and these random thoughts now get me tired i have won the race held my head up asked for forgiveness, been a witness i have left a better then average corps lost some weight and exercised nothing has changed the birds still sing though i am in the 5 ft 10 in cage