High up into space of mind
Beyond the realization of fear of death
Drive from the dark sounds
Behind the given moment of impact
You never knew how the glass felt
Until you flew through the border
You never strapped into the cage
Beyond repair
And for a moment can kill you
Beyond pylons and grass not a normal hue
Lie a twisted mess
And pain would be more prominent
Except for the demons in your plasma
Never blue as the glass felt
Now you can taste your own mind
A sound from the coffin
Can shed no light
And you fly high into the night
On a rotor of care or despair
Don't give into the impetus
Of lasting warmth and slumber
Tubes of coloured liquid
In a vast array of smells
Life within a bubble
Please just be a dream