Descendants of the Sky

Eagle sweeps across the sky like the clouds caress the world above
Bringing anew the dreams of survivors reborn from a chosen few
The rest on the ground with ardent fervor, await another high to chase
Satiate their skin in the moment they live,
never seeing beyond
the images they reflect
obsessed with the pace
the rhythm, the rhyme
caught up in their own minds
never to realize it was a preset phase
from the deceivers of time