They know Not My Worries

The birds, they fly above me
They see what I can not see
They appear to be free, for
They know not my worries

To see life as they do
Would be a dream come true
So high they fly into the night
Their mightly wings, soaring in flight

Reaching the almighty depths
Of freedom roar, seeing the ends of
The core of life's moving wind
Whose eyes never shut
Only cutting the ridges of our minds
How sharp the edges as it tears away
At soul's ever lasting triumphs

When will we be able to catch the flying birds
As they escape with our every chance of seeing through
The two eyes that journey on, capturing
All of our thought processes, flying through the
Night, stripping away at the flesh, that can not control
its infinite mind

And thus, soul will never be free,
as the birds they fly above me
They see what I can not see
They appear to be free, for they know not my worries