3 little birds demanding all be alright  

I won’t break their illusion – 

…lullaby…sleep tight.

and as the night comes alive

So too does my soul 

quietly whimpering, “now what?“

Done a lot, seen a bit…

but maybe I missed the goal –  

It’s freezing…

time to come in from the cold.

3 little birds beside my window 

singing sweet songs …

yet I’m still in limbo.