You might not believe what I have to say,
but...
I learned to fly the other day.
I stuck my tongue at the ground,
then jumped but didn't seem to fall down.
The wind caught my body and flew me so high
far away into the vast endless blue of the sky
and the clouds told me jokes
about small earthy folks
then giggled and waved me a smiling goodbye.
I flew to Brazil, I flew to Japan,
feeling so weightless,
feeling so grand...
But slowly and surely
my loneliness grew,
and I longed to smell grass
and the fresh morning dew.
I must admit I missed taking a stand
with my brothers and lovers.
the immortal "man".
So I started to gently float back down to the trees,
to far away lights,
and pizza covered with cheese.
Now I'm back home with my family and friends.

Oh wait, you want to learn how to fly?
Well... just give me your hand.


(By the way, I just wanted to say that I hope anyone and everyone reading  this is feeling like a total and complete awesome bad *** today because, well, you are. End of story)

(Hands you a taco and gives you a hug)