Don’t know where should I go And I don’t think I cared anymore Wide opened sectional With a standby plotter A flight computer And a pencil
But no line was drawn My plotter became useless I let my Cessna flew by his own And he followed where the wind blew
I noticed The wind pushed me to that same airport The same runway I tried to avoid It's like faith The further I go The stronger the wind blows Or it's just my crazy theory Or maybe my mind plays tricks on me
I’m lost in the nowhere’s skies And I still found her No matter how far I fly The wind leads me to her
The next part from the poem titled "Divert" by me. Yes, to be really honest I'm still having a problem moving on from her.
All caution Is gone Pumped in blood through your heart Drained from cuts and bruises To the skin Patchwork bandages Divert hurt away from the surface Back in, too deep, try one more time Countless times to bleed but it won't leave Breathe Let the toxin escape instead on the exhale Look over your shoulder Breathe While I can breathe out briefly what of all the years? Look over your shoulder Divert or divulge, No change ever comes to speak