A Mighty Flight

Out in the night past the darkened woods,

I just have this feeling they’re up to no good,

The night is a secret; it covers their lies,

As we’re swooned by the voice of a lullaby,

The talker is talking and filling the air,

With dreams that were fluid, but now are despair,

My heart is now sinking as I was just thinking,

That nobody here is expected to care.

Are your gears turning as I turn the light on?

Do your dreams sink in the current or drift in the pond?

The air thick with smoke tells the...