...know

there's something about spaces that makes it all come out.
what our mind erases.
there's cause to be found out.

so we walk beneath satellites
and pretend that we can fly
we hang on the signal
and aim our minds to the sky

there's something about wisdom that brings us back around.
when our hearts reject it.
there's cause to start a war.

so we walk beneath satellites
and pretend that we can fly
we look to the children
and block their view of the sky

there's something about chaos that makes us look inside.
searching for answers.
not liking what we find.

so we walk beneath satellites
and pretend that we can fly
we wait for the right time
but never see the light