What is it Like to Fly?
What is it like to fly?
To leave your troubles on the ground,
While you sail into a blissful lie,
In a sea of desires, there you drown.
Not having to face the reality of stress,
Or the anxieties life holds,
That's piled into one big mess,
And upon my back unfolds.
Fears that envelope the mind,
Have always haunted me,
But there in the heavens you are blind,
Leaving only dreams for you to see.
So what is it like to just fly out there?
Without a care in the world,
Never having to shed a tear,
About a brokenhearted girl.
You probably don't know who she is,
And if you do, she's nothing to you,
Just some girl who's too studious,
A bookworm narrating the news.
But every time you climb higher,
You stretch what is left of her heart,
And eventually the ends will tire,
Leaving the pieces to fall apart.
Now there are two roads you can take,
The first is sorrowful though,
Leave her be as her heart breaks
And the crushed pieces line the snow
Or you could be her angel
And take her up to the sky,
And show her all that's beautiful,
So her life won't pass her by
So this is why I ask you
What is it like to fly?