2am

It's 2am, where I am,
December,  chilled and damp.
Outside right now tho
Birds are singing!

In the trees, on fences too,
they choir for all their worth.
No cares, no need, or want or loss
Just singing!

Sleep wont take me!
I dont have drugs! never did,
like those birds I guess.
I envy them.

Freedom in simplicity.
Not I, guilty pain weighs my soul.
robs me of sleeps warmth.
No song, no mate no reason.

I wish freedom would come to me.
To fly, unbound by pain
Sing thro the night, fly at dawn.
To soar and love. To be birdsong.