Hindrance

Thoughts come and go
Like they are right now
I need not stop and think
For my brain does that for me
While my thumbs do the rest
Tapping my phone
Backspacing the typos
Keeping it rolling like
Waves on the beach
Where I was raised.
The salt in the air
The sand in my hair.
Fires that burn
Blizzards that freeze
Nothing like that ocean breeze.
Every bird flies,
Except the ones that don't
Fly high Blackbird
Don't you dare look back.