Simply To Carry On Living
The fly flew,
The bird flew.
Soaring in blue yonder,
raking in my wonder,
were the spirits free,
or bound by nature,
the flight was a pursuit,
of the grounds for food,
the moment it was sighted,
the flight turned into a dive,
to have at the food a good jibe,
it is human nature,
to dream and raise own stature,
and imagine himself flying,
free with spirits hanging somewhere there,
mistaking the birds for their efforts,
which was simply to carry on living.
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