To An Audience Of One Poem by Not The Pilot

i think i'll never go back again
i'll stay away from these places
i'll never see these faces
that i've come to know so well
well, i'm better off here anyways

this isn't a backtrack
it's me handing over the pilot position
now i'll stand back and listen
what's to be said
these are my hands raised, saying goodbye
to what i used to call a life, goodbye

and i just sit back and stare at the sun
wondering why it's even here
because i've done nothing to deserve
beauty like this
and i listen to the sound, of the sky falling down
i listen to the sound, of the sky falling down
coming to take me

this isn't a backtrack
it's me handing over the pilot position
now i'll stand back and listen
what's to be said
these are my hands raised, saying goodbye
to what i used to call a life, goodbye

this is a calling, awakened in this moment that i....
this floor is colder than i remember
the crown is more scarlet rusted than the last time i was here
now i see, perfectly clear