It is good

In the quiet morning

When I hear the

Bird song

Notes of happy warm times

Singing about the blue glassy sky

That is when I think

It is good

Soft pale colors

Grace the memories

of my dreams

And I forget those dark thoughts

When I hear the

Bird song

That is when I think

It is good

Stayed

I didnt think

That I would be the one

Who

Stayed

Here

Letting the light shine through

And rest

On

My face

I didnt think I would

Be the

One

Who

Never left and lived

Where I scraped

My knees

And sucked my thumb

Who else feels this way

That they are not

In the place

They assumed

They would end up

Can I be sad?

Should I be happy?

Ive stayed to long to remember

Adventure