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.
