Direction
You can climb the sky,
I know better.
A ladder can get you far away,
so the ground is distant now,
you can go up and up,
you can scale the sky,
up to go where to go up,
and soon your heading down,
an effort to fly.
Head up, above that sky
but soon you're heading down,
what's up when the pull's away
soon to push the sky,
and your body sways,
a void of undefined.
Where is east, where is west,
the line is just too fine
I will just turn around.
Float around in your empty
space a notion not noted,
seems I have an up
anothers' down,
float in a void.
Tell me your plan
is it practical plain,
oh such a pain plain promise,
so plan to plain a pain
I can't find my east and west.
Walk to that sun,
float till the wings melt,
float on to your horizon,
float your plan away.
The ladder's too short,
need a few more rungs,
make plain your pain,
east and west find floating
to horizons plan painting
wax on those wings.
An endless sky made of
paper thin walls.
Copyright © Justin Benassi | Year Posted 2012
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