Sunday, December 20, 2009

time travel

Soaring through clouds through a mist of pure white
brings me back to the place where I started;
my home, my friends, the place of temptation;
the place where I'm most brokenhearted.

Soaring through clouds through the light of sun,
watching the dancing rays shine;
my flight should have brought me two hours ahead,
but instead, I've gone back in time.

Standing on ground for the first time in months,
in two minutes I realize I'm back;
all of the hard things I'd left behind,
swirl before me in a chaos of black.