knackalec

Just floating in this world like a rudderless ship.
An aimless traveller on a nowhere trip.

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
~ W.B YEATS

I fly and fly
No wonder it pain my wings.
High and high
Into the pink purple sky.
Breathe, do breathe
To stay alive and to keep fly.
Up uprise
Until there are pink purple sky.