Fly

Fly atop the watt-lit sky

with no constructed wings,

watch your neighbors whisker by

directly to where they're expected.

keeping their straight,

filling the gap,

between what is

and what is expected.

Orderly peons of organized plan

completing the endless pursuit they assume

is best because someone else must have

thought about it before and anyway, everyone else does it, right?

and they couldn't care less if it leads to joy or to doom.

Flit across the busy streets,

hear the bustle roar

with straight faces, and straighter hearts

a mighty mass with goals to keep,

roles to fill,

bills to pay,

mates to please,

wives to feed,

tunnel vision

aware only of what will lead them

to what is expected

ignoring what they don't know

crushing what doesn't fit

feeling pleased to reach what is expected.

Glide over the quiet river

fuzzying everything it sees

thankless, hurtless, it accepts all,

keeps flowing downstream.

Soar towards the floating moon

a silent, fair observer

untouched by joys or business

but gleams all things in silver.

Dive down through the polluted winds

behold our deeds of human

on-demand weather, food, clothes, speed,

ideas, emotions, knowledge, images,

instant purposes,

and tell me what you feel.

Gather all your goals and aims

what you wish to have and do

design a path that reaches these

fly your mind through it

take it, run it, all the way, achieve your

heart's desire

Atop your ideal castles,

success surrounds you, savor it, enjoy.

You got what you craved and you did what you urged.

What will you do next?