Hovering over the thin abyss
cold electric metal
I watched the sky go by
and the cold season
among a thousand of us waiting
Who would have dared first
the void and uncertainty
of an unknown destination
I will fly dreaming
high challenging
the killer hawk
I would have preferred the heat
warmth of your mother wings
But a magnetic lump
stuck in the brain
pushes us into the wind
away from the nest
hidden and safe
A short and painful flight
full of regrets
