Birds

Times were tough

I'd made some money,

Had some paid time off

I had to get away to get my jolly's off

So I left as quick as I could

But when I came home

I realized I'd left the lights all on

The heat was blasting and the windows were all open

And it was letting all the cold air in

As I looked out I could see them all atop the hill

About to fly up away to some far off land

Flying high above the silly drama all us humans have

And I wish I could be more like them flying overhead

I was laid up

My bones were broken and my pride was hurt

I should have learned to keep my big mouth shut

I screwed up

I can admit that now that I'm laid up

Immobilized and praying that someone would come in and shut that open window

That keeps on letting that cold air seep into my bones

But as I looked out I could see them all atop the hill

About to fly up away to some far off land

Flying high above the silly drama all us humans have

And I wish I could be more like them flying overhead.

Sweating all the small stuff makes the tough times even tougher

There are quotas to be met

And competitions with one another

Stress can be a motivator

But also an instigator

So I will keep it all locked down so it can kill me someday later

Oh, I don't know

What the hell we want to do this for,

Sometimes I wish I could just fly out that open window

And let the wind take me where it wants me to go

As I fly out I'll meet them all atop the hill

And we will fly up away to some far off land.

We'll be flying high above the silly drama all you humans have

And I will be just like them flying overhead.