From a bird's-eye view
I bet those feathered creatures
don't envy us
They must look down
from their arial dance
and pity us
We scurry about in
our cities and towns like mice,
as if we are caught up in a maze
Rats chasing after
a prized piece of cheese
in a hectic world
Bumping into one another
in a rush to get to a destination
that is slowly doing us in
How I wish to soar on bird wings
To be rid of this rat race,
finding my way out of the maze
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 8:30 AM UTC
From a bird's-eye view
I bet those feathered creatures
don't envy us
They must look down
from their arial dance
and pity us
We scurry about in
our cities and towns like mice,
as if we are caught up in a maze
Rats chasing after
a prized piece of cheese
in a hectic world
Bumping into one another
in a rush to get to a destination
that is slowly doing us in
How I wish to soar on bird wings
To be rid of this rat race,
finding my way out of the maze
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