Flight path

 we seek something

Years spent taking off yet not a moment on the destination
rustic birds who have just mastered their wings sky kissed
slowly appearing and disappearing through low mist
That which obscures the path ahead toward future

Through lights and tunnels
old forgotten cities and restaurants
overlapping between the sought things of others
and those we seek obsessively for ourselves

we are hypnotized by the flowing water of the fountain
waching it fall from elaborate designs as if it were time
In it's own closed cycle unfathomable to our minds
clear and liquid possibly descriptive of a moment

we seek something