To Go Or To Fly

I did not see the sunrise
Behind the backs of going to the distance
There was a picture in the eyes
Of bloody backs and lacerations

I did not see the road
With traces of the feet wounded by destiny
It wasn't shadow on the ground
And nobody heard the groans around

Only on the last two degrees
I saw unreal view
And all my brains have switched at once
To go or to fly?