daydreams flight

A string drops from the sky
Like the very fabric of time 
     Finding an image to Star 
and try to link 
Thru all that wired between legs and armed wings 
    We do or we don’t see 
but do we pull or is it a living dream 
           Will it raise our spirits or just fall from The tower another one just tied bed sheets climbing to a freedom we have but don’t be 
          Is there more growth in wings that take high posts 
Or do spirits have better vision when they glide low 
             Should I sit and wait or take a chance and climb this rope 
Maybe above the clouds I’ll see something from there I don’t yet know
       Maybe a land of giants or just a giant land that we lost long ago but are meant to know and grow 
Maybe a new perspective or maybe wings that see high but fly low 
         Maybe give me a chance to see the layers of life
 as they stack from a spiritual side 
       Get ahead in this that we call life 
But because I went to the top and came back down facing right 
       Maybe if I open my mind I’ll find a taste of life on the wild side but with sense so it’s a heavenly not a wild ride