To Fly
By Convolution
I’m back where I can’t breathe again And my ego’s slightly ripped Akin to the way a matchstick tastes When it burns down to your lips But at least I can see where I might land And my soul retained some girth It takes skill to play the doctor to An immortal child’s birth It seems like a waste just to let it hit But it may be for the best ‘Cause when we see people come this way We’ll know when they need to rest There’s really no need to calculate It just has to run its course But if you refuse to make friends with it It might use some deadly force If all of these things should prove too much And my heart stops and I die Then don't mourn or weep, just think these words: At least we got to fly Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 12:27 PM PST 0 • 13
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"I’m back where I can’t breathe again..."