High thoughts

I don't believe I can fly. I know I can. 

Imagination my navigation. The skies and beyond my destination. 

My personal cloud is my transportation. Going up to my secret spot

whenever my mind needs restoration. And my soul needs meditation. 

The moon and stars give me invitation. Up I go to reflect on my situations. 

And take a look at our dying nation. Mapping my next move and there will

be no procrastination.