Wingman

Here lies the formless world we´re living in

Gravity is finally giving in

Bad dreams appear to me as cloudy haze

To lose sight of you is to disengage

High altitudes and still upward we go

I was never meant to lead but to follow

We are

Like a double shining shooting star

Unheard-of things in earthly radar

One day

I could speed up and soar too high

A dying star would light the sky

Sometimes I cannot help but wonder why

Are there no stronger winds for me to ride

But to lose sight of you is to disengage

Arrogance would be my last disgrace