Into the distance, a ribbon of black. Stretched to the point of no turning back. A flight of fancy on a windswept field. Standing alone my sense s reeled. A fatal at traction is holding me fast. How can I e scape this irre sistible grasp? Can't keep my eye s from the circling sk y. Tongue -tied and t wisted just an ear thbound misfit. Ice is forming on the tips of my wings. Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of ever y thing. No navigator to find my way home. Unleadened, empt y and turned to stone. A soul in tension, is learning to fly. C ondition grounded but determined to tr y.
CAN'T KEEP MY EYES FROM THE CIRCLING SKIES.