Psychology turned into a flight festival, within the pages of inquiry.

Let it expose abundant rays! A different league ascends, as I make ends!
Feed me Creation’s stopwatch, it’s ultra-static… what I navigate all the time.
I will catch a fire to finish through. For no one despises the ecstasy or re-age of refinery.

Air plane privy with different speeds, going through the anti-aging system…
the words are like notebooks and their sail’s ships are like little
wooden flight rainbows of paradoxal peace.