Lights Aloft

These slick pictures of me
On this hotel terrace
With Rome
Rome in the background
Is straight-up poetry

It just fits my tanned booty
And I sell it so beautifully
Hope you faithful voyeurs
Keep on being needy

Staring at the night sky
Plane-lights fly by
I wonder where they go
A million dreamland destinations
In which I will be and post philosophy over
My lovely silhouette
Magic always hits so randomly

Spirit is physical
But physical is no spirit
Contemplate the void
A fully-fueled ego can spit

I seek substance
In a flight constellation
Through the lens of fame
I wont find a reason

Staring at the night sky
Plane-lights fly by
I'm down here and I'm flying
My spirit is a vehicle
Light is a moving darkness
Now I see
My high-road is being grounded
Yet anchorless
Flying kites amused me
But it came to be so stationary
And it kept feeling dull in renewed geographies
Then the turning-point hit
My long-time-done journey split
Found a new sense of self and there's nowhere else I would be

Fuck it
I'm staying right here



Credits
Writer(s): Pierre-étienne Massé
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