A moon
ground of wooly cotton
baby blue back

When they created the airplane
did they think to search for heaven?

Turbulence
The scenery is beautiful
but outside is death

Electricity chills my spine
as I sit I long for wine

500 feet below
is a puffy Picasso
Gold sun shines above
Reflective ocean blue
swirling and holding rain
up here so high
up here in the minds eye

It's a psychedelic perspective
Cumulus accumulated
up here
no man should truly be
Yet I do feel like I'm free

Witness the sweet sunset
high above the clouds

Adversity drips phoniness from your bones

You have two faces
and I say it not because I'm high
it's simply 'cause I feel your vibes

My sharp shark mind
wading through the unconscious ocean
and stretching space and time
up here so high
up here in the minds eye