They want to waltz from here to high:
from desolation unto sky

where kingdoms drift about and by
on wisps of light without a why

with nothing firm to brace their way
as if wishes could convey

across those gaps no bridge would link
as if you only had to think

"impossible is but a word"
(pretending it was never heard)

and structures need not fortify
if one believes that all could fly

and claim the birds affirm we're free
to soar above our causal tree

- and where does all of this leave me?
Cross, of course, to oversee

these reasons leap without good ground
and plummet fast before they found

that logic lends a stronger path
without such absurd aftermath.

My bridges never reached a cloud,
and often that does make me proud

designing toward reality
until I dream as carelessly.