PARTS OF THE WHOLE

Spending time in the physical
Someone is bound to get bored
See a child riding a bicycle
Grown men playing shuffleboard

Highways, airports, expensive arts
A world of cars and garages
Countless names for infinite parts
Connected as intertwined collages

Salt and pepper and ketchup bottles
Security guards on midnight patrol
Ignition keys, headlights and throttles
Separated, yet parts of the whole

Bottle of wine makes you feel fine
Wake up in the morning hungover
Drive to work and stop at a sign
No time to stop, and think it over

Anyway, what more can I say?
Who tries to understand it now?
Anyone saying a prayer to pray
For answers to why and how?

Sometimes I wonder, and I wonder
Shake it up and wonder some more
I feel the rain and hear the thunder
Cold and wet, knocking on the door

Blackbird in a leafless tree
Pondering everything below
Can anyone see more than he?
He glides on wind that blows