Perspective

Flying through the clouds, choosing not to land, Are we truly all just pawns at the mercy of gods hands? I wonder in silence in fear of whats to come, because the people of the world seem to march to just one drum I float through the world like a ghost on a leash slowly led, following the pull blindly, as the surroundings turn to red, When I lose who I am, undiscovered, undercover, Around the outskirts of time and space my mind hums and hovers When I come back down I get to be myself, I feel everything to feel, peace of mind, my greatest wealth, And when I'm feeling good I like to frame it in my mind, So when the red again returns, this peace will not be hard to find I hope to end my search for the things i do not need, I'd like to rid my mind and soul of unnecessary greed, unsuccessful I've been throughout my trials though i fear, I intend to keep persistence, I'm at the wheel maybe I'll steer, Forming my mind everyday with a brand new perspective, I find that the ways we see the world seem to be very collective, I try to hear your opinions but I always end up objective, When we're being rated at the end, ya know he'll be very selective.