Flight

 I've lost track of which is which with twilight on my window. The panes of glass, once smeared and cracked with frozen condensation that covered mine view up from here but only for the moment. Now we are far too high for Frost among the sable, handsome Jack he weaves about both in and out of fable. And as he makes his honest rounds, the light has gone for good, I'm left alone, on my own, as all young men must brood. On we sail over God's deep creation, I am no longer certain if what lies beneath me be the briny expanse or some forlorn kingdom. A kingdom of cloud long since forgotten, I wonder and I write. It stands alive amidst the swells and deepening incantations.

What hurts occurred within the halls of your nightly kingdom. Oh king of the sky, Oh Lord of the west, I would like to know aright. What tears were shed, and what plans were rent? What secrets are inside? Your continent, like ours is meant, to thrive under the light.

Did the reckless wind sing his songs when he wed the gentle moon? Did the stars give way to mirth at the bounty of your boons? Aurora Borealis her self paused to wonder at your beauty and your fear, in spite of all your splendor...

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

When you broke down I didn't leave you...

Racing down the road with smoke in my view,
Will you tell me you can see it too?
Broken down in the middle of the street
This isn't such a bad place to be.

Under the car now what is that smell?
This'll be a story to tell.
Call in your folks to ask them for help
They'll come down for you just as well.

Pop up the hood and what do you see?
Just the burned out parts of you and me.
Switch 'em out for some brand new wheels,
Those old scars have long since healed.

Coolant boiling over a critical mind,
I can feel every bone in an overwhelmed spine.
"I told you to be patient, I told you to be kind,"
Over your head the street lights aligned.

Feel like I'm running on empty, stuck in reverse
My alignment is off and my tires might burst,
Now you've seen me at my very worst,
But attend to the wheel, it always comes first.

Living on the edge, just like a stunt man,
If I were you, I'd not trust me again.
I was probably never part of your plan,
Now I'm just a single guy driving a minvan

Bypass my riddles and look past my codes,
You'll always believe just what you've been told.
But you can rest assured, I'll carry that load.
and meet you later on somewhere down the road.


"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."