Wind blowing underneath.
Lifting powerfully under your wings.
Disillusions distorted these thoughts.
Another dream within it all.
Shaking it off, before the forthcoming.
Terrible shaking, I know it’s coming.
Screaming, clawing, flying, and soon feeding.
Looking for it, somehow, I start bleeding.
You start crawling before you fly.
Waking up without your eyes.
