Bigger the dream, lesser the sleep, bigger the sin, lesser redemption. Bigger the miles, lesser the rides, bigger the greed, no affection. Bigger the game, bigger the player, bigger the fans, strange perception.
What’s not yours, what’s not mine, what’s of none, who’s collection. What’s of you, tho so few, after all needs attention. Touch the sky, feel so high, fake a sigh, why perfection.
Along with gliders, over the clouds, flying so clean, making no sound. Balance will stay, making it gray, crushing the air, jets rebound.
Black clouds, ain’t loud, it’s the wind & some thunder. Tho we know, how we grow, eventually, we blame the name.