Sometimes I Fly

Sometimes, I flyclimbing into the skyon jets of dreamsand pillars of smokyimagination.
And that skythat I fly tois a wonder:full of starsand moonsand ringed planets,like something froma classic Smashing Pumpkins'video.
And there are others there,other dreamers,other flyers,riding winged giraffesand pink zeppelinsand roaring, smoky rockets.
And we fly together,throught that other sky,starteling flights of neon birds and disapproving angels,until dawn beckonsus home.