Miss The Day

I once heard that when the birds are loudly

Singing songs from the trees then you're finally

Free of chains like the sun is kindly

Sending heat to the house around me

Out the window the whistle sounds quietly

Sometimes hearing it at all's surprising

The window's lock is opened rarely

The inside is not that lively

Sometimes I end up all alone talking with a ghost and predict the worst

sometimes I can't focus on the world lose the need to hear the birds and their songs