dawning

if morning birds can speak so freely,
what is standing in my way?
is it that i cannot fly,
that i know not the answer to the question "why?"
how should i let you know
all that is on my mind?
can i take it out
for you to read?
i'm not sure you'd understand-
my thoughts are nothing but sand
and though you want to grasp them again
they'd still run, sliding off your hand
(they escape me all the time too,
i wonder if that is good news?).
i know that i don't know
and that is all.
can i ever avoid that fall,
and maybe instead,
simply lean against a wall?
without a choice i was born,
so i mourn
all these trials
i've had to endure.
to you i try to make it clear
that my heart is one with fear
that if you should choose to go so near,
take care, (please) take care...