Back on Earth
Every upswing. The same damn thing.
All colourful, everything possible.
Surfing on clouds, the words are clay.
Angelic awareness please would you stay?
Back on earth I have merely faith.
Now all's blue, nothing to do.
Seeking to control, I fail to rejoice.
And so it goes—will there ever be choice?
An endless show in which I flow.
To and fro without plateau.