On top of a mast...

You can see my world, sitting still in a grain of sand, water low, everyone asleep,  flat and surreal in the morning glaze.

Morning BK on the veranda, Life on a stick, in an early morning train flying like a roaring eagle

On top of this mast I dream to lay everendlessly in the wind

I am queen of my futuristic potentials and hopellesly continuing on my path

Serenity, Firefly you shall be named and forever more the itsy bitsy part of this heart I dare to call my own