Thoughts degrading, and dripping away;
A rotting albatross concealing my shoulders,
hiding my neck,
hiding my truths.

There is a whole world that we know not of.
It does not exist in a place one would address as below--
Or above.
But rather across the street, in a home of a neighbor,
As well as the stranger in another city.

Embark on a journey where the destination is of no concern.
I shall leave my pillows behind,
And sail across the storms of time.
Eyes shall burn past a mask--
And yet only see what they choose.

Noises creeping through the night,
dreams that haunt me during hours of light--
Will you recognize my eyes?
They are changing,
I know this because
My river shall never cease to run.
Thoughts that evolve day by day;
A different approach to that which we cannot change.

I am the one with wings.
I did not grow them,
They were simply a gift,
But not for flying purposes.