Fragmented Sky

Sky broken
grounded beneath

Gravity tastes
metallic 
As my dream
rises from 
the surface

I saw your 
hand raised
awakened
from a comatose 
audience 

Your feelings
connects
to mine

Like spirits
we transcend
through mutual
pain
regret
and failed
promises

The spoken
word
creates our
reality

A guide
A storyteller
to a self induced
destiny

An erudition 
to what 
simply
evolves

We are 
creators
in
an image
of what
has created
us

The prophets,
the gladiator,
the World leader,
and the average
citizen 
all
hold this
inner key

the results 
of our own formation
though
depends solely
on our own 
ambitions

Sit back
watch

as this 
developer
paves the 
way to providence

A power
instilled 
in everyone
of us

Yet it is
only available
if we choose
to see.