A red breasted bird Perched on a wall Absorbed in its world Not worried at all. Unconcerned by the height And unaware of its weight it nimbly takes flight As I ponder lifeβs fate. I envy the bird, That can lift on a breeze, Tied down by my mind As a roof to its eaves. Like the red breasted bird I too perch on my wall Absorbed in my world, But worried Iβll fall.