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.
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