Laminar.

Been riding in these gushes of wind.
Never cared for the destination.
Enjoying the stops every now and then.
Taking in the light without hesitation.

Who would've known id not last long.
The rays burned me inside.
Exterior seemed normal and strong.
But the former couldn't hide.

How are these heights daunting yet calm.
These winds a source of warmth yet cold.
The system is broken, could it be?
Or it never existed? seems to me.

The questions they run through my head.
Embedded with hatred and deceit instead.
Not the good ones, about me and you.
Love and purity or anything true.