Flying

[E.A Rumfield]

I've been away from the game for a while here is my first shot back.

I've been flying now for 24 hours
I'm flying and I can't come down
Vast and fleeting, constantly rearranging
The clouds are like islands and continents
reflecting our plight, protruding from nothingness
temporary monuments to the wonder of law

the clouds are like continents
and how can I be part of the main
I am an island dying to break away

At night the city lights disfigure the landscape
like a tumor spreading out from a dense
epicenter over the once healthy land
Flying so high and I just can't come