From the Perspective of Being Able To Fly
4/30/17
No more games of truth or dare
Getting to anywhere
Through the air
It's like I wasn't even there
Above the houses
And any mountains
Way out in
A place yet to be founded
Where it occasionally became clouded
Over the hills
Where the air is occasionally still
Near and far from any window sills
And fields being tilled
Or where oil is being drilled
Through different zones
Up and across roads
With varying amounts of stones
Whether similar or different biomes
All around the cliffs
Where it's still hit or miss
Staying the same or a change and shift
Across any planes and rifts
By the oceans
And ships in motion
Areas narrow or wide open
That do or don't have totems
By: Dalton Ogletree
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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