Rooster cawing,

At the blue sky,

I look out my window,

At the birds flying by.

So much beauty,

For a place sometimes so sad,

So many kind actions,

Hiding so much bad.

Too many points of view,

How do you know which to act upon,

Too much debate,

About whether to fight, flight of fawn.

So many thoughts,

Cross my mind,

But I hide it,

From even my own kind.

I live in the shadows,

I hide from fear,

I want to be free,

But I can't shed a tear.

Lies they're,

Such scary things,

They make you cry,

They leave you wondering.

Too many words,

Flashing through my head,

I don't know what to say,

Focused on where the past has led.

Tell all the truth,

Or half of it,

What would they do,

If I said that other bit.