I’m leaving
Through that porthole in the clouds
And flying away from the maddening crowd

I’m avoiding
Those tiresome tyrants,
Who cover up new blood stains,
And drown our Sunflowers with their hard rain

I’m leaving
Through that mystical vortex
Where I see weary blackbirds leaving our dirty town
And fly toward this world’s golden crown

I’m traveling
Beyond the sky’s tunnel of light
Far away from this planet’s decaying curse
To find that pristine rock in our universe

Editor: Erynn Crittenden