"I am a song..."

If you hear a rhyme,
that sounds like a rhythm.
If you see a bird,
that flies like time.
Don't stop and ponder,
to understand and wonder.
Its me, a puzzle, a mystery.
A song that sings,
like life that lives.
I walk, I talk, I stroll,
I stop, I look and I think,
then get baffled with my own reflection,
get worried and laugh,
at the misery of life,
then cry of the fear of happiness that has arrived.
The silence feels awkward,
the noise pollutes my mind.
I am recklessness at peace
or a harmony uproar.
A still picture in motion,
some lost mumbled words.
I live some dead life
in hope to sing and get alive again,
run not drag and become a song again.