Poème:Not Hard For A Bird

I was tired in my bed
I stretched to look out of the door
There was a big guy
Offering me blue birds
He said the chances double
When you have one of them
I never knew where he came from
But i took these precious birds

So i went in the direction
Where i could listen to them
Away from cars and sounds
And they said : I am tired in your hands
Like it was’nt funny, like it was not interesting
To be with a guy like me
To be right here with me

It’s not enough to breath and eat
We must drink our love
And eat our feelings
And its good like hell

These birds they are protecting me
From the others, from the events
But not from myself
Not from what we can think when we are alone
When we don’t pray
When we are afraid, of being us
Of being something we know we must be
It’s hard
But not for a bird
Why should it be hard for eaach of us