A thought crosses my mind,
Before my mind,
Inside my mind,
I just saw a bird fly,
But confusion jumbles my cluttered mind,
When I realise it’s my thought I cannot find,
I get absorbed by the cool breeze,
Gliding against everything in its path,
The clutter of chirps soaring the blue sky,
The flap of wings to a day job,
The warm liquid coffee,
Sipping into my taste buds,
And the morning jam singing to my eardrums,
Another thought crosses my mind,
The clouds slowly clothe the morning blue sky,
Making way for the morning star to rise,
The light bringer to mankind,
To all wake up and do our very best,
With our given day no jest,
For not all get this generous kind.