So, here we sit
Around a carpet bonfire
And everything we say is white noise
Nothing here matters
Or so they tell me

There’s nothing but freedom
And the changing of subjects
But the lack of understanding is mutual
And thus, friendly

Still, I think I’d rather fly away
To a place that is free
Of all pain and sorrow
A place where I can feel love
Instead of doubt at things that don’t exist
But in my mind

I snap back into this world
Of ringing phones and lost time
And similar looking people
Who don’t listen to the words
Of prophets, of sages
And of liars
Who want you to know their thoughts
And feel their mind

The nonsense creeps into my mind
I think I’d rather fly away