The Flight of Man

There's no rush, you know, slow down.
Circle the area, scope the room.
Smile at the beautiful, mingle.
It's a loud crowd, I know,
But nothing hurries here.

She looks. And why did you run: beautiful eyes,
The deep dark of the cave from whence man came -
The cave that Plato led us from, and oh,
We must be the philosopher kings,
To wish to delve back in. Why did you run?
Eternity lay there, a lifetime of nothingness,
And it was so attractive then, for a moment,
And a moment is all.

Clatter on the stairs
And rattle, rattle on the tarmac.
Sounding like clappers,
Slapping through the rain,
Clacking down the tiles
And battering the pains.

Let your gaze linger, a little bit longer.
Slide your eyes away, a little luxury.
Nothing here will trap you; slow down
And stay a little longer.