Distraction

by Daragh Sheridan   Aug 18, 2012


Ride to the sky with me,
we'll be flying for hours.
Past sand dunes and glaciers,
with no sense of direction.
Life is a possession,
only we can spend our time,
there's no purpose in crying,
smiling while flying;
it's the altitude that takes us away.

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