This aviator alone in his cabin
traveling back through time then.

Riding a zephyr to Venus
Contemplating his genus.

Glancing sideways at his bottle
He pulls back on the throttle.

Spaghetti-like wisps of mist
Blurring vision during the shift.

From space flight to ozone light
Coming in for a landing! Hold Tight!

In these times we live
We see horror take hold
And we try to survive
Knowing all that we do
Seems to be never enough

Wars come and are fought
Where the brave will die
Scared in a battle far away
Terror striking in a distant land
Praying they will make it home

Only the dead are without fear
For the dead can no longer feel
Never aware of the thousand flowers
That will adorn a thousand graves
Only the dead are without fear



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Going around and around

Will love finally be found?

Looking for life out there

Seeking for it somewhere



So on and on I will go

Back and forth, to and fro

Feet aching, never stopping

Always window shopping



I'm looking for the end of a circle

It keeps on being never ending

I'm looking for the end of a circle

I feel like things are transcending



Looking up, then I'm looking down

I'm the king who has lost his crown

Sometimes mad, maybe sometimes sane

Trying to make sense, trying to explain



If you look for which you seek

You never can find the words to speak

I am here and you are over there

Dreaming that we can be somewhere



I'm looking for the end of a circle

It keeps on being never ending

I'm looking for the end of a circle

I feel like things are transcending



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