Dreaming on bleachers
With a golden hour view
I don’t mind waiting here
Alone with my thoughts of you

Dim blue vision
For a lonesome mind
Monotonous thoughts
Sitting tired and tried

No, I’ll wait for you
Even though it hurts
I’ll keep my windows open
To invite a little bird

The overwhelming wailing
Like echoes in a tower
Waves of vexation
Pounding harder and louder

Robotic souls
Filtering through rooms
Blind to my troubles
My Questions still loom

Lingering over my head
My personal rain cloud
Another round of promises
What little bird will come now

Shattered windows
Graffiti walls
Home of a bobcat
Eating birds big and small