When my older sister and I were little
We used to jump off the top of my dad's truck
With umbrellas
And hoped we would fly.
We knew we couldn't do it,
But we couldn't **** the dream
Everytime we climbed back up,
There was a chance
And a glimmer of hope.
We used to flip on the tranpoline
She learned quickly to land on her feet,
But I still can't.
I didn't want to.
In all those years
In everytime I tried
I still hope that the netting would
never catch me
The air was always soft,
Even when the days were hot
This was a mindless dream
Even though I would never admit to having it.
We took down the trampoline a few years ago
But I still remember how to flip.
When I learned to twirl baton,
My sister didn't learn with me.
The leaps and jumps we do
Are as close to flying as I can get
She does trapeze in the tree out back,
But I'm not strong enough
And I was too afraid to learn.
I have been too afraid to do a lot o things
And that's ok
I don't want to fly
With out her.