Once I saw salvation in the sky

            Transportation provided a closer horizon

                        Vision particularly cloudy

We sat like bobble heads, tears streaming

                        Eyes gleaming, mid-dream

Staring through a car window

            Whose identical substitution,

Exaggerated upon within our minds

                        Allowed optical wealth

Without a monetary conviction

            Hours wrapped into minutes

Laughter bursting through our chests

                        Like a waterfall

That flows an intermission of reality

            Our eyes hit the skies

With abandon released

            We, being the teens of an exaggerated youth

Resting shoulders against the mold

                        Of the typical cold

Generation

            Believed no other reason

Than “why not?”

                        Maybe that is where death comes from

There are regulations surrounding

            This world, this puzzle

We kind of broke through

                        Just for a second

I was exposed

            I saw the finger of God

Resurrecting the sky

I might have died

And became an angel, or a raven

            With a bird’s eye view