Flight

With weary eyes and tired feet
You wander ‘long that deep‘ning rut.
Through day long selfsame tiresome tasks,
You ever climb but never reach the summit.

And then with jealous eyes you look
Above the clouds and in them see
With goss'mer wings, he floats and dives.
And though you sit quite dreary, the bird flies free.

Then watch the cars fly blurry past
The window from the which you stare
And I confused must simply ask,
Why is it that you churn away your life there?

Why don't you come along with me
I'll take you where the birds fly free.
That past the summit you might see
A place where worldly cares are not important.

And though we must industr'ous be;
We needn't press our nose so hard on grindstones.
Because at times our minds must flee,
Then for a moment burdens drop, and rest.

Flight