Good Weather For Airstrikes

I slide myself forward

through my head

I think halfway

backwards



I see myself sing the

anthem we wrote together



We had a dream

had everything...



We rode to the end of the world

We rode searching

climbed skyscrapers

which later exploded

The peace was gone

balance leaks out

I fall down

I slide myself forward through my head

I always return to the same place



Total silence

No answer

But the best thing God created

is a new day