The Soul hits rock-bottom, in the ill-directed flight,
by reaching up, you miss the height in sight.
The problem lies within, and not without.
You should consult the Pilot, when in doubt.
Mapped out by hits and misses, speaks the chart
in broken solos, deep down in the heart.
When up is down, - most frequently the case, -
you should move in, and rearrange the place.
Another broken Soul, another breach
of contract, you can never teach
an old dog that the chain is but a trick
of light, and Heaven's made of brick.
26 мая 2016 г.
Of brick
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2016
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