The door is open wide
I lay on my couch inside
I am idle,but my eyes travel
Beyond the door as scenes unravel.
A beautiful magpie on a roof,
Two little sparrows on the look...
Why always so busy,I do wonder
Don't they ever rest like me, I ponder.
Life as a human is so complicated
Sometimes smooth, but most often serrated!
How is it to live a bird's life?
With wings, is it easier to thrive?
But... I may not have a couch to lie on
To stay idle and moan every morn
About the myriad difficulties I face
And do nothing to ease, but gaze!
So, fly away magpie,
This is where I like to lie
Even wings may not make me glide
Just the door remains open wide.
I lay on my couch inside
I am idle,but my eyes travel
Beyond the door as scenes unravel.
A beautiful magpie on a roof,
Two little sparrows on the look...
Why always so busy,I do wonder
Don't they ever rest like me, I ponder.
Life as a human is so complicated
Sometimes smooth, but most often serrated!
How is it to live a bird's life?
With wings, is it easier to thrive?
But... I may not have a couch to lie on
To stay idle and moan every morn
About the myriad difficulties I face
And do nothing to ease, but gaze!
So, fly away magpie,
This is where I like to lie
Even wings may not make me glide
Just the door remains open wide.
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