Too Many Thoughts

Too many thoughts circle round my head,
Angry birds--screaming, cawing, shouting beyond
My ability to comprehend, understand and know
The meaning of their words.
The pendulum keeps swinging as Time
Marches on, leaving my caged brain lost
Without the quiet peace of silence.
It marks off each hour and change,
Calculating the passing seconds so I may fear
The ever-coming end of it all.
These birds circle and come near enough that I may catch
A single snatch of verbiage and articulate sound,
But I am a child with too many pieces of the puzzle
Without the picture on the box.