ARROGANCE

Before the sound comes back in retaliation,
While the bird whistles are still something in those distant trees,
I feel at one with the encircling world,
But it has its lessons for victors like me
Who want to be more than a part of the scenery.
Trees cannot know trees, shadows aren't permitted
To know shadows, time won't meet space,
Nothing can deviate from its position.
So I look out a window,
And I imagine myself into the world,
And it fills like windows at sunset
Blocking the life within
From those who can't help it anyway.