This is Not an Obligation

I want to start the movement;
I want to wake the generation.

Could I be any more happy?
I can't bear to lose this opportunity
to cherish life, and look back on the things I love.
After witnessing perfection at its best,
my thoughts are going haywire.
The good kind of haywire.
A needle in a haystack.
Electrical wires.
Wires, and the concept of breathing.
Driving aimlessly in the sky.
Listening to the sky.
Listening to the sky in stereo.
I write because I love.
I love because I can,
not because I feel an obligation.
Are we obligated?
Obliged on a hang glider, what to do?
And that's when I fell into the stream.
The stream of consciousness.