Atop a winter-beaten tree
Scanning the barren wasteland
A lonely call escapes from its throat
Bleak and miserable
It catches my attention
As I trudge through this wilderness
I have sympathy for him
I know his saddness
His grief
But I envy him too
I envy his wings that can whisk him away
To better lands than this
I envy his courage for staying here
I don't have such strength
All I have is the blackness of tomorrow
And the tanrished snow beneath my feet
Which I must endure
Without the luxury of escape
He is as free as the wind
And I,
I am as trapped as a human can be
Wandering through what seems right
What I know not
Trying to find myself in the midst of people
Who are so busy functioning that they forget to live
Devouring each scornful look
One day at a time
...My soul is as black as that crow
Only someday that crow will escape
But my soul will be doomed
To this blistering eternity forever