Welcome to My life in the shadows
The Bird
The Bird
There
On the trail,
On the side of the hill
All alone
Lays a rock,
A brick red rock
With black stripes.
I think perhaps
A thousand feet
Must have passed it by,
But not I, I like rocks.
I think I might stop
And take a closer look.
I think I might
Want to be a rock
When I grow up,
Such a quiet little life,
Seldom bothered
By passersby.
Yes.
I think I might
Want to be inside
The rock
Where it is
Cool and dark;
Let someone else
Be the bird.
uTAH jAY
I remember when I was young
picking up rocks and putting them
in my pocket, but now
with the world upside down
perhaps the life of a rock
isn't such a bad life
to have.
There
On the trail,
On the side of the hill
All alone
Lays a rock,
A brick red rock
With black stripes.
I think perhaps
A thousand feet
Must have passed it by,
But not I, I like rocks.
I think I might stop
And take a closer look.
I think I might
Want to be a rock
When I grow up,
Such a quiet little life,
Seldom bothered
By passersby.
Yes.
I think I might
Want to be inside
The rock
Where it is
Cool and dark;
Let someone else
Be the bird.
uTAH jAY
I remember when I was young
picking up rocks and putting them
in my pocket, but now
with the world upside down
perhaps the life of a rock
isn't such a bad life
to have.
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The Bird
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