I Surrender All

Hark! The birds are driving me crazy so lazy, to get up and fly with them whirling my lasso finger ‘round their wings, pulling them into my heart a dart straight through, you never know when hits you between the eyes, spirals spin heartbroken; and the birds are driving me wild winsome and carefree in the sunny breeze whilst i soak in my pity, my heart squeezed not my fault not my plunge that old feeling of responsibility it lingers i’m in its clutches it’s eating me for lunch it’s for the birds their leftover crumbs tweeting, “remember this feeling…” i want to speedily run, rolled into a ball like a bug, hide in a dark corner it’s fun, to be on the web the birdsong sweetly, softly, gently stays, it stays, never rushing off like falling leaves it is not my rule but i’m on the staff paper the notes squeezing not pleasing i must pray and hope that it doesn’t all fall apart the birds have stopped morning’s over morning glory in surrender