It’s an endless stream of thought
that leaves your perspective shifted
On a train to some forgotten town
where your childhood ended

It’s the sort of water-colour sunset
that makes the windows gilded frames
The ethereal passing moments
with everything in tune with itself

I asked a man much older
when I was still a child
what are those
what are those, up there?

“They’re lights in the sky, kid”

It’s a song that just hits you
a stab in the centre of some unacknowledged hurt
Headphones on and walking home
when suddenly you’re not certain anymore

It’s the last day of a summer holiday
making peace with all the scenes you’re leaving behind
As the plane climbs into the pale blue sky
when you wish that you were floating free

I asked my dad to tell me
when I was younger
what are those
what are those, up there?

“They’re lights in the sky, kid”

But I still wonder
I’m still in wonder
I’m still young...

(August, 2011. Inspired by Carl)