Birds on a wire,
Sitting in the most unusual place
Hardly a sound uttered,
When they disappear without a trace
Silently peaking at the scene below
In amazement I wonder,
What are they thinking
As they see people run to and fro.
Like an old motion film reel,
Wound on a plastic core
On a projector repeating a movie,
We love and adore
People’s lives are in motion day after day
Real birds on a wire
If they were able to talk,
What would they say?
Looking at human beings progression
As watchers witnessing,
Man’s behavior and daily obsessions
Sometimes I wonder,
What are they thinking?
As they look towards the ground
Is this life, Is this living?
Content with their lives as they
Sit high on a line,
I actually believe they’re doing just fine.
Scattered Thoughts in Life 