Saturday, January 14, 2012


I've got an idea. I'm going to fly.
Don't tell me I can't. I just want to try.
Say what? Jump off and I die?
But if I stay here, I'd be living a lie.
I just want to soar, to skim clouds from the sky.
Why do you look at me then sigh?
You don't mind when I just sit and cry.
I've decided, it's time, this life is a sty.
A piece of the horizon, like a slice of good pie.
I'm going to taste it, or else I will fry.
I don't care that I can't, to sit is to die.
I've got an idea. Watch. I'm going to fly.