Watching the sky
Where birds, machines fly
No fear of the fall
They pass swiftly by
When you’re up there it’s best
Not to think of the height
Think too much of a crash
You’ll believe that it might
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Watching the sky
Where birds, machines fly
No fear of the fall
They pass swiftly by
When you’re up there it’s best
Not to think of the height
Think too much of a crash
You’ll believe that it might