Mutiny

Is there any other time to come Hostility of the sun is at its climax Is there any other time to fall Submission of earth before the vertex! So low is the earth so high are the skies I can fly but my wings handicapped of a limit You are constraining me for a mutiny I know I can't challenge your writ! Hot blows of air no clouds no rains Mid of October, is it autumn? Feel! Feel sweetheart, feel my pains, Sand in sun and a fish known as human! Leave the throne step on the Milky ways In the ocean of nothingness there's a beacon Cold and milky, it's light, though your light Like a kind mother, for love an icon, It will guide your ship to the boiling bay It's we who rise as clouds and fall as rains Fall on the sand and on the burning clay Or be prepared for a mutiny of deadly pains.