A light in the tower
Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2017 11:54 pm
Soaring and circling, in spite of my shortening time;
Careless as a mayfly, free as a gull, I fly across the city.

As far as the wind blows and farther, I have been,
O'er a hundred thousand plains and mountains seen.
If the world was a room, you could see me going from
One wall to the other, seeking and searching, trying to escape.
There are only so many places to fly, confused by our infinite paths. So many lead to weeping, not enough to laughs.
We choose the darker road and feign ignorance of the way back, blaming the wider world for the character that we lack.
I leave the city desperate for some air, and no longer able to reach heaven, return and return to its despair. I've begun to see my shelter there, lessened the spirit that once the wild dared.
An older bird with tired eyes, wide for death prepared.
Knowing what is coming makes it much harder to care.
But still the morning sun will rise, and until the darkness close my eyes, I will open my wings and fly.
And from this terrible distance that mortality is closing for us, willing or not, I see the light in your tower.
You don't even hear my passage as i love you.
If you did hear it, you would close your ears and look away.
But if there is one truth i leave behind on my face, it is that i loved you and it was too much for me.
like a message on the mirror of a dying star,
Happiness was too much for me, it was too far to fly.
I tried to love you and it killed me.
Careless as a mayfly, free as a gull, I fly across the city.

As far as the wind blows and farther, I have been,
O'er a hundred thousand plains and mountains seen.
If the world was a room, you could see me going from
One wall to the other, seeking and searching, trying to escape.
There are only so many places to fly, confused by our infinite paths. So many lead to weeping, not enough to laughs.
We choose the darker road and feign ignorance of the way back, blaming the wider world for the character that we lack.
I leave the city desperate for some air, and no longer able to reach heaven, return and return to its despair. I've begun to see my shelter there, lessened the spirit that once the wild dared.
An older bird with tired eyes, wide for death prepared.
Knowing what is coming makes it much harder to care.
But still the morning sun will rise, and until the darkness close my eyes, I will open my wings and fly.
And from this terrible distance that mortality is closing for us, willing or not, I see the light in your tower.
You don't even hear my passage as i love you.
If you did hear it, you would close your ears and look away.
But if there is one truth i leave behind on my face, it is that i loved you and it was too much for me.
like a message on the mirror of a dying star,
Happiness was too much for me, it was too far to fly.
I tried to love you and it killed me.