Vertigo

Dreams of flight
Dreams of a flying man
The Wright brothers
These eighty days
Philius Fogg
Some Chinese men
Some mad ideas
Laughable dream stealers
One man it takes
One man to make

High up here on high
Don’t even know the numbers
Thoughts of what if he weren’t
What if it was stolen
Never returned
Like the jade Buddha
Will never a wall like china
Be the vision that started us all

There is a lesson I am learning
A reminder of those stars
Those that hung like the remaining
For the ones staying another minute
To watch the remaining credits
That dream of a distant sun
To win the bet that started it all

Will I win the queen’s hand
Will I land on my sides
Will I be among friends who rally
Will I laugh along when I get near
Like the same love that laughed
Even though there was no clear evidence

This heart aches to prove
This heart seeks an almost evil intent of vengeance
So what is there really to prove?

Greatness is not a measure of height,
But a measure of faith.

And Greatness it seems is all but a decision.

So thank you lovely history makers
Thank you Hollywood for making a blunder
That slipped through the filter.

Thank you for the images that now fuel the music in me
That fuel the flight of this newly evolved bumble bee

Bumble bee me be.