Glider

The auditorium is 36,000 feet above ground
Lightheaded performers sit in chairs
With a vague sense of claustrophobia
Lacking oxygen
There is a 'no smoking' sign on either side of the narrow walls
Too many suggestions
The puppeteers are now no better than the lawmakers
But we've reached a point beyond all distinction
Who's running this show?!
The performers are called to their roles
I remove my broken seatbelt
And like a mechanic proceed with the operation
Wobbly legs
I'd feel more comfortable on a suspension bridge
I'm not alone, but i feel alone
I wish i were alone
Then i wouldn't have to deal with everyone else's emanating emotions
Which don't even distract me from my own
On the ground i was very good at what i did
But all i did was theorize...
The conductor opens the door
And we have a threshold
Our nerves turn our bones into porridge
While our parachutes anticipate their purpose
And leaning over the precipice
Nausea fills the void
Lined with a velveteen blue that slowly fades into sunset amber
The kind that pinches your fingers and soul
The back drops in the backdrop
I'm like a stone
A stones throw away from breaking a frozen house
My eyes are slits but forced to peek
And the mountain peaks do the same
They break through the cotton fields
Which we descend upon
Or them upon us I can't really tell
Eardrums thunder and the sound swallows
I demand that the wind please
STOP SNEEZING SO LOUD