Lucid Under Sunlight

The yellow outside casts shadows,
Each step I take sounds a beat.

I aim to be a plane silently swarming this Earth.

Fate has only given me one shovel,
I'll dig on my own until I begin to descend.
A simple symphony to leave my fossil within the land.

A sweep across the bend, and nothing feels more secure
Than the grip of the wind.

I have tossed the key to the home I have come from.
Empty handed, I walk. I kneel. I seek.

Surpassing the limits of reality,
Like blockages in clotted arteries.

Nature leaves me with new eyes, every time.
I smile and thank the trees for sending shivers down my spine.