i stare curiously out my window at birds,
and decided to reflect my thaughts into words,
i wonder where i would be?
if i could fly like what i can see.
Id saw amoungst the mountain tops,
admire the view from random stops,
id fly around my childhood places,
laughter,reminiscing distant faces.
Id circle around my very first school.
where in the playground i once played the fool,
glide over the top of my mums house,
gliding as quiet,as quiet as a mouse.
Id fly over seas to somewhere like spain,
and there for a while, i would remain,
to quench my thirst and sample the food,
relax in a tree,take in the mood,
Id fly to africa to witness the fammine,
and stop for a while, to watch to examine,
the struggle and poverty of everyday life,
a grieving family of husband and wife.
Then id fly as high as i could,
to see the sign in hollywood,
so why land here you silly bird?,
finishing my thaughts with a four letter word.