Bird on a wire

If i spent an eternity,
sitting like a bird on a wire,
looking at the sky’s blue,
Will i know more, much more, than I do?

Will my heart fill with song,
will my life find meaning?
will I hear voices or will there be eternal peace?

How does the wind feel that high?
How does it feel to fly?
To fly and then to rest…
To fly and not run?

I look up and I keep looking up
at the bird and the sky
at the sky and the bird

And if I look long enough…
My breathing slows down

And I know that I know more…
Like the bird on the wire
looking at the sky’s blue,
I feel more, much more, than I do….