Flight of fancy
Will you ride on broken axles?
twisted metal, rusted with adventure.
Bump. Bang. Smash.
The suspension groans with a weary anticipation.
The mine field rolls on ahead. Blinded by light,
Can he see the perils we're driving too fast to recognize?
Will you ride?
Will you buy a ticket?
Do you have the vision to see the prize at the end of oblivion?
Are you scared by the words of others or driven by a contempt for their meaning?
It can be you, why not?
Winners win and win again be the king who sits with men.
Be your lotto, your jackpot joy.
Will you buy a ticket?
Do you dare to live?
Sunken in their sofa, living in pixels, dwells the urban corpse.
Unaware of their death, reeking with the stench of faded dreams.
Breath in sunlight and sing to life.
Be alive and see your world.
Run, laugh, jump, cry.
embrace all that is told but believe not a word.
Do you dare to live?
Are you scared to fly?
Leave behind all that is heavy and live for lofty views.
Never settle for what can be stood but instead take flight of fancy.
Send your consciousness first class, none stop to samadhi,
joy, ecstasy.
The final destination is the first you should visit.
Are you scared to fly?