I was whistling and a few birds came close, now I am whistling and so many are responding. I imagine to tell their buddies that there’s a weirdo trying to communicate.
How I wish for one day where there is stability in my brain.
There are many things to be thankful for on top of things that go without saying.
The things to be grateful for have saved many things and hindered only few.
That one day will arise and step out of the queue.
Hold their hands up high and give you plenty of time.