Myopic Pilot

Letters From A Pilot the poesy has been read here comes a warmer spring waves of the sound attack my head stay in secret place i'm waiting for you guy u re late i wanna plant a tree u wanna stay with me at time i can not control and begin stay in sec

Sparks light up the river that i try to cross Sivil lined the hills then what i search for I've stay & wait a long long time i don't know how to move forward I used to think that i can shoot the film well I play myself and miss someone who ever fall

rising smoke is rising from the deep sea where turth is made of nothing bubbles flow with water down the fountain where right is always wrong nearing sound is nearing if i go straight our fearful trip will be done but i'm not sure if you have change