Birds circled overhead

They circled with a false sense of freedom

Obtaining the power to go where they chose, yet mindlessly flying in circles

Over and over and over again, almost in a programmed or practiced motion

Perhaps they enjoy the sense of community

With their senseless flight of motion

Maybe they even feel fulfilled with this repetive routine

Don't they know there's a whole sky?

As I watch from afar, I almost feel angry

Why? When there's a whole sky

Circles over and over again, all while there's a whole sky

Senseless practiced and programmed motions

They fly around and around again

All while there's a whole sky

All while obtaining a freedom I can only read of

The whole sky was made for them, yet they stay in their circles

Their senseless programmed circles