Sometimes, I can barely see the sky…

Sometimes, I can barely see the sky…
The world is empty from horizon to horizon…
Cut off from the sun and the wind…
I must use all my energy just to stay on the footpath.

It all comes clear with time…
As those hard memories drift away…
I guess I was reading and rereading that faded old address…
The one I used to live in decades ago (in dogs’ years of course!)

Now I can consider the before and the after…
And the hand that has always protected me…
I yell, “Get away from me old shadow!”
And take all those meaningless syllables with you!

My little head is always doing the math…
And I figured out that nothing means anything when I am a slave…
Freedom brings so many kinds of brightness…
Each like a curtain, opening a new sky.

Yes, you and I are miracles…
But miracles are only miracles when we believe…
Chasing money (or biscuits), makes the miracle disappear.
Why do we strive for such meaningless things?
When, it doesn’t cost anything to see the butterflies.

I love you,

Annie