As I fall into my dreams
I keep going further and further down
As I reach the pavement , I go “splat”
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I think to myself that I can fly
So I take critical steps to achieve my goal
I first build my own wings
Then I boost my ego up
Like a inflatable pool
I push the hose pump down to push out the air
And I keep pumping and pumping
Till I can fill it up so tight with air, I think it would float away into the open sky
So I keep telling myself “I think I can fly”
I build my little brittle bird wings up
I collect twigs and feathers I find in old bird nests
I find crumpled up paper airplanes and notes I have written on index cards
I glue my bird-like wings together with a hot glue gun and a crazy dream
A dream to escape
A dream to fly away
Fly away from it all
Go anywhere I want to
Have nothing holding me back
Not my family
Not my friends
Not even myself
Not even the life I have been trying to build for myself for so long
Maybe I can even escape my past
Throwing it all away, right into the trash
I can run away
Just like the fucking flash
So here’s my plan
I’m gonna put these stylish, feathery, paper mâché, string, bird wings together
Stick the twigs and branches together
Intertwined the feathers and crumpled up paper pieces, lining the bottom with dirty note written paper and the top with bird feathers
I am going to make my wings look real
I’m gonna boost my ego up so much so I think I can fucking fly
I’ll do anything to escape myself
My world
My inner turmoil
My inner demons
Been feeling alone for so many years and...