Thoughts in the afternoon

Okay, so I see a pigeon.
and it looks injured.
and I wonder, how did it happen?
and I wonder about its home.
and who is waiting for it.
and why did it come here.
and what is it looking for.
and if it likes life.
and if it thinks it's fair.
and I wonder if it knows where it's going.
and after today, where will it go?
Why did it come here? next to me.
While I think I wonder if it knows what I'm writing about.
and if it acknowledges my existence, and if other people do.
And I wonder where did the pigeon go?
And I wonder who I am.
and I wonder where will I go.
and if I do go somewhere.
and if I'm like that pigeon, lost.
and I wonder if it's just me that's lost.
and I wonder if just because I'm here today, I'll be here tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.
And the light is gone
and the pigeon is gone.
but I'm still here,
and that's all that matters.