Planes in the Sky
May 25, 2010 § 1 Comment
Multiple planes travel across the sky.
Chasing them all but one in the same.
To stubborn with pride to stop.
It was inevitable to hold a dirty fork.
Familiarity of its usage bring disgust.
Right left, and only wrong remained.
Can’t cut through ominous clouds.
Eye rush anxiously to scan up high.
Sprinting forward into the seas.
Blindly drowning in salty worries.
There were no sweet opportunity.
Just numerous violent enemies.
Is this a signal flare for realization?
Sunglasses were discarded long ago.
Night slowly comes to consume day.
And the destination crumbles away.
Multiple dreams blinked across the sky.