gone crazy

no matter the wind blowing,
or the snow falling,
a pair of wings grow out my back.

the sky is high above.
look with my eyes and pray.
pray the wings will fly.
fly me high into that blue sky.

gone crazy

but snow is falling
the wind is blowing
there will be dole hiding in the woods
there will be not sun in the darkness.
there, no more buds.
with the wings, impossible flying

 gone crazy


you look, you watch, the sky is falling.
the cloud is dropping.
and the ground is parting.
 you watch,
my wings will bring me,
soar under the sun.
it will break the cloud,
making it a hole,
with debris behind.
it will leave snow,
plot a circle swirl amount the flakes.

gone crazy

am I?