Within birds allegoric profitory
Of bones, soul and mind
Follow hearts and instinct conspire
Just like men who ne'er question, “why”
Waiting, running idle
Seems of senseless whims
Birds of a feather flock together
Chasing wayward winds
And fly to find further meanings
Here deep within the mindless feast
Upon a carcass of mentality
Supplement from another's intelligence and beliefs
Of birds and men; bewonderment
Passing time as truth absent curiosity
Instinct will surely survive yet without self-conscious
Neither can ever quite achieve