BLIND FLIGHT

Day or night - in stealth mode blind flight.

Wings without feathers are your prop and might.

Termless trust seems apathy of dust.

Any view will be deficient and unjust.

Mute the sound - you're already unbound,

Like you don't exist and nobody around.

Hide or break, but if you step on a rake

No one will notice your mistake.

No trace. And even face to face

You’ll not see the shadow in a lightless space.