the lonely lost bird

a poem about being lost and floating along with no real direction , others are moving forward with intention and you are stuck.

I am a lonely bird 
flapping my delicate, tired wings
I take a journey to the south 
and all along I see, that no other bird can see 
I mean truly, acknowledge me 
as a floating bird in the sky
they look one second, and then away 
as if I am nothing, nobody worth knowing 
or that is what I think
that is what I feel
no other bird looks a second glance 
their more interested in flying 
ignoring the tears dropping in mountains to the floor 
I fly on, but each and every bird I see
too busy for me
too busy making their way towards their achievable goals
whilst I, the lost and lonely bird
simply fly, no direction or goal
to catch, to win
just flying because I am
 a lost and aimless, tired winged bird

Author's Note

what do you think of this poem? and how does it make you feel ? can you relate ?