Boy, some day you'll be a man
Girl, one day you'll be a gran
unless you do not marry
so a spinster you will tarry
But in the long term we are all dead
so what if i have a price on my head?
I will just keep running
And you will just keep running after me
Wasting your life
For what more did i ever need but attention?
Look at that bird flying high
I looked and i wondered
one day might i, oh might i?
So then i made an aeroplane
But its not the same
The thrill seems subdued so i'll dive off of it
I fell like a stone for a while
But still, i couldn't fly!
The clouds on up high
And the stars beyond
Encased in metaphor too frippy to pen down
But take it from me
We must suppose they are beautiful
For it cannot be anything else; the unknown
Mystery mud deep in similie
They may show me the folly of my existence
If i listen
One day i may fly