Thursday, November 27, 2014

Fly

Begin to really write these thoughts down.
Inside my mind you'll find
that im wasting time.
Thinking of escaping this existence,
I know im part of a resistance. 
So whats the point of it all?
Go to school, have a job, do your chores.
No time to question the wars.
No time to restore this broken course.
Settle down, marry, have a child.
No, you can't be wild.
Just so mild, to support a family.
No, I want to escape gravity.
Stay in this fantasy of my mind.
For the life you want me to live,
would be a lie. No, im gonna fucking
FLY.


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