the
higher i fly
the moon and the air and the breeze and the night
my lack of emotion, my lustful flight
my dizzying visions of sycophantic delight
and the elusive nature of a meaningful plight
tender in a positive way
isolation is my only escape
your eyes invite but offer pain
cant you see its you tht i must hate?
ending a time of regretful sorrow
no more will i trust your embracing ways
a hollow victory to a defeated soul
i should be free... but i'm trapped in your maze