Every night I try to hold it in my iron fists It works for a while Opens up like blossoms in the mist How can I control it in my sleep? They form a network from their roots
Learning to learn Iām trying to conquer I try to fly Iām a bird in an aeroplane I'll never know why What use are my wings?Ā Ā How will I sing? Always, spinning Over a stranger's head
I recorded this poem : https://youtu.be/ZhWBiCVWMis