Description

Broken wings, trapped on a blue marble hurtling
through space,
crushed under the pressure to become, head in
the clouds ignoring the dark reality of being
alive, this is for my dreamers, stargazers, those
who see beyond the real, direct Descendants of
Sol, those whose minds weave stories and
images beyond wonders while physically
trapped in this dull grey prison of reality, we
shall be free in clouds of neon created from our
pain and misery, we shall be free when the sun
dies and all turns to stardust, we shall be free to
dream our endless dreams in seas of color but
for now let’s escape with the haze, float off into
nothingness on the sweet earthy odor, climb
into the seventh heaven on stairs of smoke .