Corla invites you to adopt the helicopter view if only she knew
I’ve lived my life from upon high seeing the big view seeing through you
seeing the ions exciting the trees in the forest of your mind
seeing the waves spreading through space searching the paths that particles hew.
These awesome sights come at a cost everything I’ve lost I can only see in the rearview.
Am I desperately trying to finally connect at ground level,
rolling in the mud of primary feelings I’ve so completely escaped in my chopper’s remove?
Or have I neatly escaped to a new land a new adventure for the same old stranger?
Am I just flying around the same old pattern another loop in this fatal spiral?
I guess it feels different this time around but it’s so hard to see down here on the ground.