Birds Eyeview

Perched up high, sitting calm in the sky, I view the world on the ground, as the pavement is pounded. Some looked astounded, and many dumbfounded. My view, as I see it, unseen by many, aimless creatures, controlled by the penny and bought, suffocating natural thought. It must be evolution, 'cause from whats been told, back in the day, there wasn't bought and sold. It was a simpler time, containing utilized minds, without, all this modern-day ethical mutiny, love was of essence, and self was true to thee, LIFE, EXISTANCE, gone in an instant, you put it all on the line, for a note and a bottom line. It's a miraculous thing, what I see from my view, there are others, not cemented by the walls that bind you, abstract thought, is their motive in life, and they seem to sleep better, through the course of the night. It occurs to me, as I watch all this noise, I recall it's a hobby, for you and your boys, To study and record me, wherever I might be, from down on the ground, to way up in a tree... Well, to me that's just nonsense, see, it's YOUR world that complex, and what's that I spot next? OH. You have books and pads, I wonder what you wrote, maybe one day we can compare notes. Well, I gotta fly now, I'm off to another town, To witness these events, and to try and make sense, of this evolved humanistical, life sequence. -clarity' Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 11:45 AM PST   0 • 9