Soar

I often wonder,
What is it that makes your mind ponder?

Is it the thought of substance or love...
Will you ever make the vision be seen from up above?

Considering our precepts and who might have devised,
Is it important to consider what might be your demise?

Considerations far, deep and wide,
I wonder just how far your vision will guide.

Never mind me sitting here with a blind eye,
Blind from the love that made us fly.

Looking down on the people that make us ponder,
On love, substance and even wonder.

Soaring above in the clouds until your last breath,
Consider your will before it meets its death.