Turn Dial

When the parameters of which we build upon turn,

We shall soar through the sky,

Push the clouds over our eyes,

Look down upon the mountains and cities,

And wish our wings to fly us away.

 

The world shall turn,

And the mountains shall shift,

The bridges shall fall,

But our dreams shall remain.

Not above or below but within.

 

The rivers will become sky,

The roads will become rivers,

The mountains will become rooms,

The rooms will become land,

And our wings will become clouds.

 

Our memories will blend with dreams,

And these dreams will allow our bodies to guide,

Even when we do not know the world,

And it seems it has shifted,

So, the stars shall pull us down.

 

Awaken into reality,

For reality is unknown,

The future untold,

And meaning unresolved,

There is no guide in this world but your own.

 

So, fly into the clouds,

Allow them to envelop you in their arms,

As they fly you on a path,

As there is no one path in the stars,

On earth.

 

And for now,

And for as long as you sit upon these clouds,

Above the world,

This path is your own.

So, you shall soar through the sky.