Presents from the Sky

Believe it or not they were floating free

Despite the obvious improbability

There is always a myth and some reality

A different standard

A discrepancy

Nothing says that better to me

Must have been something to see

Those presents from the sky

Coming down from on high

Presents from the sky

Not for the cruel or naked eye

On a quest for flimsy whimsy of

Twittering machines or a bittersweet place

Life a gift and a curse

While the universe just takes

Presents from the sky

What they mean you must decide

Presents from the sky

When they come down you don't ask why

You say I should learn to speak plainer

As if there's some secret that I seek to hide

But why does one go on singing about

Something ludicrous whimsical like parachutes presents bringing

Wondrous flying machine soaring on high

Mythical golden creatures there aloft

Raining treasures from above

That we can never earn

Like life like love like life

Floating free

I long to be floating free

Imagining a link from the cave to the cathedral

Preferring to see beauty over cruelty or evil

Noticing that which seems a common thread

Between the wild eyed child and the long dead

Mosaics masks and a myriad of things

That disguise our nature but bring forth other beings

And those presents from the sky

Coming down from on high

And those presents from the sky

Presents from the sky

But not for you or I