What you can't realise

I starred out the window.
Wondering.
Looking at blue skies.
Thinking about what lies.
Beneath the surface that clouds our eyes.
Even if the skies disguise themselves so that we will not realise that when a bird flies they swing with there wings just to stay alive.
But when we know that truth within, man will think off yet another sin to kill the birds let their hearts stop within their tiny bodies.
If I do not make any sense please tell so.
I might not care or listen though.
I will stare out the window and look at blue skies.
And see all what you can’t realise.