Unplugged 1

unplugged 1 A thousand setting Suns whispering dreams of flight there was an angel nearby "Can I have your wings? I'd like to fly" He said no I grew my own with feathers made out of regret and time take a peek into my unplugged mind there's a high chance you might just find a blind crow pecking away from the peak as I try to make ideas speak logic forged by omission words need no permission they just flow through a crack altering my unplugged state of being so I finally become someone who's not even worth mentioning seeing