My Final Duet

The chirps of birds on a cold winter morning Rain falling upon your umbrella As you blow into your hands to warm them The trees blowing in the wind Trying their best not to succumb To the force pressing against them This is what I live for The only times I truly feel alive Is when there is seemingly nothing happening A bike ride in the summer Gazing at the fields of straw My black and white clothing Flying in the wind And for once, a smile will emerge on my face Sitting and waiting for a train My hands numb from the winters air But there is nobody here I find a peace In an environment usually so busy I smile These days are becoming less and less Or so my mind is telling me The station is getting busier Summers becoming shorter Birds quieter Peace is decaying But I will continue to form my towers Of which either myself Or another will destroy My rage will grow Content will fade And one day my hands will no longer Hold the force needed to pick up my hammer And for the last time I shall find peace in the birds The fields of straw And silence will fall on the tracks Once more My final act The last duet