60 feet above the ground,
When you look down
Upon the days gone by
All the memories, the only thing you have left.
Remember those days,
When the world was mystical, beautiful; so innocent.
And now, today, here 60 feet above
The unchanged world, changed within you
Its mystery and innocence lost with each day gone by.
The heart is heavy,the wind cold and calm;
Reminiscent of those spring days.
Take a deep breath, drown yourself in those images,
Smell this day, calm like a bomb.
You look above, one last time
Say 'Goodbye' to the clear Sky, (you miss the clouds)
And then fly off, let gravity take you over to a better place.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
60 feet above the ground,
When you look down
Upon the days gone by
All the memories, the only thing you have left.
Remember those days,
When the world was mystical, beautiful; so innocent.
And now, today, here 60 feet above
The unchanged world, changed within you
Its mystery and innocence lost with each day gone by.
The heart is heavy,the wind cold and calm;
Reminiscent of those spring days.
Take a deep breath, drown yourself in those images,
Smell this day, calm like a bomb.
You look above, one last time
Say 'Goodbye' to the clear Sky, (you miss the clouds)
And then fly off, let gravity take you over to a better place.
