Flying

Leave the bullet far behind you.

You see the birds are chasing you.

Across the rivers

Through the forests

And over the mountains

The view is dancing. Everything is flashing.

Soar up into the sky above the clouds.

The entire world is rolling over.

You cannot stop.

Where is the destination?

Oh yes, you’ve been there.

But, still go on.

Nothing is old.

Nothing stays the same.

April of 2005