There’s a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out, but I’m too busy
I say: “stay in there
I haven’t got time for you”
There’s a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I bury him
With tasks and ‘duty’
With responsibility and ‘work’
The other worker bees
Never know that he’s in there
There’s a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I’m too busy
I say: “Be quiet
Do you want to mess everything up?
I can’t provide with your song”
There’s a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I’m too clever
In quiet moments I let him out
When nobody’s looking
I say: “I know that you’re there
So don’t be so sad.”
Then I put him back
And don’t let him out for a month or so
But he’s singing in there
I haven’t quite let him die
And we sleep together like that
With our secret pact
It’s nice enough to make a little man weep
But I don’t weep
I haven’t got time
- Charles Bukowski
(With some modifications for therapeutic, poetic, mischievious and unknown reasons)
Some Words Left Behind 