Flapping Flipping In Viscious Circles. -- TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN

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Date Posted: 17:20:37 03/29/04 Mon
Author: Pegasus
Subject: Flapping Flipping In Viscious Circles.

I'm soaring,
high above,
but it's in no way the place
I want to be.

Hindered
by crystal mirrors,
smudged,
from bumping into my own images,
marking the numerous times,
I met with
or tried to get past
myself...

I'm soaring,
high above,
but it's definately not
the place I want to be,
flying through hazy clouds of biting vapor acid,
that peel off my skin,
layer after layer,
until my bones are bare and bleached
leaving nothing particular to look at,
just a vague dim skeleton;
One that easily could be disposed of
to the dogs.

I'm soaring,
high above,
reaching the hights
no one can actually reach,
since they only exist,
because we believe they do.

See me fly,
the burning wings,
that once where like broken,
useless,
yet healed,
yet senseless,
as if I try to catch up with the reasons I cannot grasp,
sorting out myself,
picking up the pieces,
flapping round in vicious circles,
wearing me out beyond any sense
while it get's me nowhere,
I guess...

It's like I've lost yet another game of chess,
beaten once again by that old man sitting across of me,
only not as hopelessly as I used to,
and while it seems as if tomorrow becomes yesterday,
or yesterday tomorrow,
I see Him smile with the words,
"Hey, don't get an attitude,
because I've let you win
this time..."

And a split second later I find myself,
soaring,
high above,
and suddenly it's in every way the only place
I want to be...

Now hold me tight my love,
suddenly I'm afraid
to fall from Heaven...

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