Leaving and Going


He seemed to be perfect

In his own little way

Nothing astray, all in place

Just sitting and waiting

Starring and humming

Not a worry or care in this world

He seemed to be leaving

Going far way

Forgetting this unbearable place

Spreading his wings, packing his things

Loosing connection, fading from attention

Of the people of this world

He seemed to be soaring high above

Passing a cloud shaped like a dove

Leaving all, taking none, racing by

This retched human race

He seemed to be free

More free than me

In his own little way