Of reality and song
It won’t be long
Before the air itself is gone
Reduced to mostly words
We no longer mean
We think we’re flying
Sitting in our seats
When it’s the plane that’s flying
Defying the laws of common sense
When they prove not too reliable
Arriving at their destinations late
But dreaming in my seat
I feel a further flight inside
A new bird lifted into night
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