It's all Relative

Here I stand
Implanted into the system
From whence I come
Is no mystery
Space is my history
Heavy matters of life and death
Appear out of nowhere
Disappearing into thick air
Never to be seen again
Not unlike the Bird of Paradise
Who experiences only that which appears in her
Frame of existence
People come, people go as
Pests come and pests go
But I stay rooted
In perception
Never moving always experiencing
Only that which appears in my
Picture frame of existence