Wild Pilot Ride

As I see, heretic. Sense the smell. Judge the Blue Sky. Living for tomorrow. Sensing the blue, accomplishing the black. While I fly, an eagle stays in my vision. I sense life falling apart and a sense of vision. Whilst life goes on I feel hurt. I can go forward with rhythm Silence comes beyond the K2. I live and live and live with no conclusion. The lights shadowing the earth. My soul bright like a crystal. Tomorrow life will unfold. Still unfold the dark sky. Once I judged life with an empty glass. I go forward with the kicks of sense. With the upward mobility of action. Turning to be a strong lover. Whilst this happens, I feel sick. Sick as sick can be. Then I dream like these, happening in dust. The upside down planet earth, upside down but not lifting up. The sun burns us, the moon shadows us. Living a pilot ride.