Sometimes the pattern is so vast that our puny eyes have no chance to perceive.
I am on top of the Moon and beneath the Sun's angry smile,
And you are inside your mind's eye
Watching your flesh seared; you twist away to avoid the wind.
I can only look up or down from here, feeling free as I am constantly falling.
We are traveling the same speed in two different directions
From dissimilar starting points:
Just like every time, motivation is the only variable.
So roll around on the grass if you think it might extinguish the blaze.
I will be watching, intrigued and regretting cautiously,
Comfort found in the heat
That somehow reaches me all the way up here.
I could somehow save you, but I am stuck in the clouds without escape.