From the eyes of a dog,
Everything is black and white.
Only what the master says is right,
So the rest must be wrong.
My master gives me purpose.
He tells me to obey.
I wake up every day
And know my place.
Then the eyes of a dog spot the eyes of a bird on the tallest tree,
And suddenly I can see everything the birds sees,
Far above the eyes of the tree,
For I can take flight.
I flap my wings through the merciless winds just to see
what no one else can believe.
The eyes of a bird lock eyes with the eyes of a plane,
And I have experienced everything,
And accomplished the extraordinary.
The eyes of a plane focus ahead
To the sunrise just above the horizon;
To the endless possibilities of daybreak.
And I realize that I am not the plane,
Or the bird,
Or the dog.
I am shackled to the ground,
the purpose eluding me
Maybe it’s the beyond the horizon
I can’t see through
These eyes of mine.