Standing there all alone...in the day and night air...once in awhile a bird comes to land on you for a chat...your job to keep them away from the garden...solitude is all you know its a long time friend...you look around and dream what life would be if you could just move...if you could just walk...but you are fake and not real...so your legs dont work...there isnt in even a brain in that stuffed head of yours......your arms are on sticks makin them stick out...all your job is....is to keep the birds away...what if you could walk...what if you could talk...what would you say...what would you do?
Dont be a scarecrow.....go and do somethin.
No comments:
Post a Comment