Flying

You want me to fly. I am already flying. Upside down, sideways and loosing myself in the deep of the sky. So dizzy I do not recognize, where is the ground. I am flying, flying farther from reality, crashing to the ground with all bones unbroken. It was only my mind swollen like big balloon landing in the parking lot and bouncing on the sidewalk. A tune about loneliness, about solitude, about unwritten song, about flying, is ringing in my ears without words. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 1/22/2010