Floating like drifting
Drifting away further
We look to them
And they pass us by
Headed toward the sky
We scream and shout
But they never turn around
Wandering toward beauty
Toward heavenly blue
But never faith
Sketched in my face
Left with a trace
A thin line
What seems real to them
Just a fantastic mirage
Worth the fall
At least for their naïve ears
We look to them with wet eyes
But they just pass us by.
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