Memoirs of an open mind

Oh black bird
Thou freedom everlasting
Enlighten me with thoughts
And I shall embrace its meanings

Tell me, oh black bird
How you sail the skies
No pity for the forsaken
As in the end, it all dies

Oh black bird, thou existence of no trouble at all
Seeing our soil, bare and brown
Leaving little greave as you fall
Through the skies down, down, down

Oh bird, your soul pure and free
A brand no money can buy
Never surrender innocence 
Without it, there would be no sky

In my darkest hour
All I see is you
It dwells within me as a mighty power
My tears, but a lie that comes true

United, we make sense in a way
Apart, lonesome as a leaf
Whirling through the fog so dense
As on a cold November day

Oh bird, your laughter speaks of silence
In your illuminated eye
Never to cause any violence
Never to reply

Truly, reality isn’t anything like my friend
I live as the man I am with dying breath
When it all comes to an end
He won’t mourn my death