Jun 2012
Down we fell, down from the sky.
Remember how we used to fly?
Around the seas and moats of stars.
Now we're trapped within our cars.
And now we look up at the sky.
And still we ache, each day, to fly.
Through telescopes we watch the stars,
Surrounded by the sounds of cars.
Please let me back into the sky.
I know now that I'm meant to fly.
Once more, let me traverse the stars.
Escape this world, and all its cars.
Remember how we used to fly?
Around the seas and moats of stars.
Now we're trapped within our cars.
And now we look up at the sky.
And still we ache, each day, to fly.
Through telescopes we watch the stars,
Surrounded by the sounds of cars.
Please let me back into the sky.
I know now that I'm meant to fly.
Once more, let me traverse the stars.
Escape this world, and all its cars.
'Remember how we used to fly?' is a regretful poem about the devolution, disguised as evolution, of man. Though once glorious, angelic beings, we have come down to earth and grafted ourselves to its surface with our material possessions.
