when you wake up one morning and you realize

,all groggy and misty eyed,

that your flying right through the sky

on a falcon named jebediah

when you come to

you see right in front of you

jebediah staying cool

he ain’t scared of the sky

or to die from a fall to the earth

but you know he’s got those wings

and a beak and a voice that sings

among many other powerful things

he’s the king of the falcons

then you think about it with every single brain cell

that its some kind of magic spell

you start feeling decieved

you stand up with your lungs swelled and your chest heaved

saying,

“king jebediah

where are we flying?

is it to the moon

far past the sky?

king jebediah

the falcon messiah

where we going to?

why am I here with you?””

and just like that