It's been too long. A poem about a bird.

When I am alone,
And crave another's attention,
When I sit and ponder why this is,
He is yellow.

When I am alone,
And hide from other's attention,
When I sit and ponder why this is,
He is yellow.

When I spend money,
And question the euphoria,
Or atleast it's true validity,
He is yellow.

When I spend money,
And question my remorse,
Along with where I went wrong,
He is yellow.

When I am sad,
And want nothing to do with the world,
When I question the reason I choose to live,
He is yellow.

When I am happy,
And desire an eternity in a statis,
When I answer the question of my previous state,
He is yellow.

When the world around me refuses to change,
And I move on to something greater,
Why am I the outcast?
There's happiness in other facets of life,
But it seems there's a barrier,
What is my transgression?

Or when the world,
as a whole,
Moves away from me,
Am I expected,
to follow?

Either way,
He is still yellow.