Falling. Dreaming of falling, dreaming of
flying.
Is it the same as running through life?
Never stopping, never going.
A little bird (girl, angel, bird) running and
jumping, tumbling down down down but
never taking off.
Escape from the c-a-g-e.
Don’t want to be alone, lonely,
surrounded. Run run run. Down down
down.
Up, further, reach. Seek and you shall find.
Find what? Yourself? Perhaps (not). Is it
all in your head, are you dreaming still?
Do they see it, do you see it? If you can’t
you’re looking too far into the picture.
Look (l-ooo-k) around it, past it, further
than you want to be, walk away from it.
Leave. Come back tomorrow and
reconsider what you don’t believe in.
Don’t believe in angels, in dreaming, in
flying (not falling).
I don’t believe in angels because maybe
I am one.
I am confused again. Please don’t
consider it all too much, but not at all.
Just look again (close your eyes)
take off.