With breeze at dawn twinkling sunshine.

Drunken Swallows, flying in wine.

Who else is here? Drunk in his madness!

Destination is near; journey of sadness.

My wings are aging, painful, and tired.

I know for a fact I will get fired.

I’m not afraid of what will happen.

Sunset or sunrise, which is in heaven?

We become part of infinite wisdom.

It doesn’t matter; the ultimate kingdom.

Everything circles; a circle is hollow.

If you are flying, fly with a Swallow!

Haloo        1/4/2011