Two speakers trade poetic thoughts on freedom and escape during a helicopter ride over Los Angeles. One wrestles with feeling trapped, circling the same skies. The other simply wants to learn to fly.
Chapters
Stretch to the point of no turning back. Flight of fancy on a windswept field. Standing alone, my senses reeled. Fatal attraction is holding me fast. How can I escape its irresistible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from Circling sky, tongue tied and twisted, just an earthbound hissing eye. Isis for me, on the tips of my wings, unneeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything. No navigator to find my way home. Unmade and empty and turned to stone.
A sole intention, it's learning to fly.
Condition grounded but determined to try. Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies.
Tongue tied and twisted just a There's no sensation to compare with this suspended animation, state of bliss. Can't keep my mind from the circling sky, tongue tied and twisted, just a earthbound mystic. Aye! Time's up!