I want to be a Swallow bird on the hardest days,
I want to take one calculated leap and tiny little skips with a burst of coasting the breeze,
That fresh current like a Midol,
A maze of demented heights and dazzling cheap tricks,
I would be that kind of acrobat long before I did anything so brave here on ground.
I would never bungee jump or leap from a plane,
But I will admit,
I think it is best left to the birds.
I just want to stutter my way across the sky,
I can’t read anything even close to literature in public because I haven’t tried hard enough,
I could probably learn to smooth my stumbling voice,
But God, how much I would rather master the sky!
It’s bravery in the purest way,
It’s the wind against your face sewn into the little brittle bones that propel you.
A cape of feathers, A crown of freedom,
That is the life I’d steal.
Puff me up like a Robin in the frost,
I don’t care if I last a handful of years, I’d sleep under the stars!
That’s the life for me,
Peter, you can come for me any time,
Neverland’s got nothing on further than the stars,
What a journey.
Stair is star with an I,
I will walk up the stars all on my own.
I will prance down the stars as I fly out the door!
Don’t you want to wake up and discover you were always flying?
Maybe that’s why Sleeping Beauty took that long of a nap.
Was it settling to whisper back into reality?
I get the feeling it would only be settling if it wasn’t so much greater,
She probably just needed to rest her wings.
Oh God, make me like a bird!
It’s already stitched into my bones.