Awash in a sea of what could have been and what might yet be, I release these wings of thought.
If I could sleep, I would fall deeper than you, but creativity takes it brutal control over me.
I saw the machines covered like thoroughbreds with their eyes shielded from their fellow colts
Before we hit the silence and while on the ground we rode.
I just couldn’t wait to get home to my family.
Sensing these strangers makes it all the worse, like a ship drifting off its course of port.
My life is not mine and they are not of mind to take the time to fall out of the sky.
I am the thankful for the opportunity afforded to go to places and see beautiful slices of life –
The world is a massive place of lovely colors; it is a blank canvas yearning to be explored.
But there is so much I desire afterwards; adventures of birthday parties and sleepless nights.
The normality and boredom of everyday breathing is so much better than this cramped cool air.
No one knows what the rest of us are thinking, how we are all aboard the same fated path.
Some will remember us, but most will lose these visions,
And the world will go on moving into battered collisions.
How difficult it is to love or even care about the souls you will never lay your eyes on once more.
These feet will go a thousand directions in 15 minutes and their fortunes are each awaiting them.
The stories are all written and thrown away; decisions are made randomly without consideration.
How great is the bond we share for this short time – yet never to be in this presence again.
We are indistinguishable from our heads to our necks; a robotic view of sad sights with no eyes.
All walks of life are represented accordingly, and from this vantage point we are all alike.
This is the paradox of sharing a journey and the sky; we are all doing the same thing as separate people.
Some are escaping their present stage or harrowing strife,
Others are trying to get back to their perfect lives.
