Feeling Real Fine

I lift myself up, up, up, up, and away, flying higher than high, and, somehow, it is done without trampling on anyone. Yes, it is possible to fly unaided. And, unbolstered by your underpinnings, by your transient base of ashes, I soar, on and on, soaring into infinity, everlasting and feeling, at last, but not…

Misalignment

Has to be someone who won’t toe the line; someone with a brain that won’t align its views and ambitions with those in time who see a ladder and recklessly climb.   Who is that someone who will not follow fish hijacking views not easy to swallow?   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019…