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The Frozen Descent
A frozen frolic
This self-righteous plane, strong under my feet
Lost in the October Sky
Hot steam pours upon the earth
Blinding this beautiful plane
Halfway through my journey
Before this steam, my plane pure and untouched
The scars from the steam disintegrate my plane
Inside I worry, no control what to happen
I once thought I had control over this plane
Pilot the sky without worry
A private clock in my head tells me; that time is far-gone
Entangled in the cobwebs of time
A million spiders crawl from the nerves in my brain
They finish their descent at the soles on my worn feet
The shake, the rumble, a useless feeling
A realization of the pilot
While now I have his breath surrounding my plane
His brother will radiate my being
I'll wait on this plane until it crashes
A beautiful collapse of eager anticipation
Sweetness so bitter, one cannot help but taste
I'll look straight ahead, like an unfulfilled want
Electric strikes, unnatural vibrations, fierce winds
I'll face these disasters without complaint or question
One day this plane will fall with a graceful passion
Between now and the beginning these clouds are my companions
A frozen frolic, indeed to struggle
Funny, limbo to cause such just reactions
