It's slyly cold
with the sun over,
seeing the other side of the world.
Whoever thought the world
was flat, must've wondered why the sun
disappeared everday. Perhaps a great-big
eye, that slept when we did, very coincidentally.

To imagine,
is the mind's freedom. Unfortunately,
we know why, for most things - it's all
scientific - the sky doesn't exist, gas and
water floating around. Yet we see animals up there
and men, even man-made machines. How
did they get up there?
We put them up there
of course we did, anything can be put up there and
if you dare,
you can lose yourself
in a stare.

Has that drunken
misguided man stopped talking
about me yet? His scrumpled up
face pains with confusion and fear. As he
stumbles away behind enduring city
backdrops carrying more wind than
is comfortable, I wonder if he managed to
stumble away from his thoughts.

Even for a little while.