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 F*ck it I'm staying right here