Crashing Hard, in your Backyard!

(An experiment in a different theme and style, as compared to what I normally prefer)


Taking off, clear skies above
Heading into the setting Sun
Time runs fast enough, but still
No match for a heart on the run

My flight plan is in place
Compass proclaiming me on course
Can't wait to put this baby down
And walk through your doors

But I should've known
Even though I couldn't really
I'm flying right into trouble
And now I can see it clearly

It didn't take a storm
It didn't take turbulence
All it took was a blast of air
Distant voices, cold indifference

You've knocked my engine out
Is this trouble in paradise?
And I reach for my radio
Thumping heart, fear-struck eyes

I call out, "Mayday, Mayday!!"
But there's nobody who hears my call
But, hey...there can't be anybody
Only you knew about it all

Maybe I should turn back...
Or should I keep going on?
Don't think...there isn't any time
I'm already a speck on your horizon

I know you're looking at the sky
With your hands on your lips
Wishing you wouldn't have to see it
It's going to become one of 'em YouTube clips!

Don't tell me to save myself
My engine's out, but my heart's running
And I know exactly where to land
Look out! I'm coming, I'm coming...

An Onion for your thoughts?

Feverishly, she peeled them away
Stripping off one layer
Then another...and yet another...
A curtain of sweat-soaked hair
Two green beads of crazed emotion
Despair writ large everywhere

"Can you tell me why
Parts of your self mutually belie
One second, take me so high
The next, leave me high and dry...

The core that I seek
Is swathed in covers that wreak
Panic, and leave me sapped, weak
The dam has begun to leak..."

Her hoarse laugh broke through
"You have more layers than onions, why...why?
What's there to hide, that keeps you shy??"

The slow swivelling of the head
Taking in the sight of opinions awry

Said he, as if swatting a fly,
"Strange that onions should come up
Maybe I too, can't help but make you cry..."