No Different Than a Dove

What’s the difference between you and I?
Even if we could fly
Would that ease our mind’s eye?

We can’t see past our front gates, past our things, past our shit, past our endless desires for bliss
…but the birds, they see past what’s in front of them, for miles into the abyss.

We stress and we fight and we cry
…but, the birds, they float carelessly through the sky.

The birds, they fly above.
Though I’m down here, I’m no different than a dove,
Giving all I have and yet nothing at all, to build a world full of love.