Just one of many in the flock
Trying to find their spot.
That fabled “niche” where I belong.
Who knows where these wings lead,
Seemingly they dictate where I go.
I've stopped in my travels for a bit, something's caught my eye again...
Its that race; it never stops being run, rarer even still is it ever slowed.
And NEVER is it won.
You know the race - You're a runner too,
Even if you don’t know it, I do.
Few have dropped out, I just walk personally.
I know I’ll get to the end whether I run, walk, sit, crawl, stand,
Lead, follow or get out of the damn way.
Too many years were eclipsed and that's why I walk.
I've met animals, places and people kinder than my own kin.
I know ... life's not fair, who said it was?
And who's fault is that anyway?
So many will tell you that too, just hoping it excludes them, who doesn't?
I've got a bulletin - life's only as fair as WE MAKE IT.
But everyone knows that, or they say they do.
Silly. People I mean,
Have you ever just watched? Turned off the tube,
Tuned in on life. So much unhappiness, so much pain,
So much, too much. And do you know what?
We seem to like it.
We never have enough money, love, toys, cars, books, sex, drugs
The list goes on but we're always complaining.
Even if were not complaining hardly anyone admits their happy.
I'm happy sitting here watching, the race can run.
I know it will; it always does and I'm content to watch
And talk to whatever welcomes me.
Because I welcome everything,
It's like being a black bird in a white field.