Louder than an ultraviolet ray( The rusty chains, parte 2)

Flying, flying, flying, flying and flying
we just turn to the left with nothing left to say.
We are flying and nothing good happens after the fall.
I’m so tired of being an animal of the skies
with no reason to speak of.
The sun turns warmer and the clouds turn softer.
Everything is setting out of orbit from my perspective.
The gravity releases from here and I can’t
land in the sky. This life is so boring for me.

Are we really alive?