across and across until all patterns are lost

lucky for me i'm able to see the ground as it flies by. i'm not stuck somewhere i don't want to be. so it's the same thing every day with a twist. sounds of power and the sky. salt fills the air. the sky is the wild sky of the sea. time keeps moving. rolls are reversing. anger has been rehearsing. babys are nursing. so a question for you. how do you waste your time? so anyway i want to make a change. i want to improve my lot. and so over the ugly pictures i mark across and across until all patterns are lost