I'm about to fly
And I know how to never die
Could learn how to forget why
One's path goes stretching into the night
To live life but never fight
Or even question what is right
These tiresome metaphors of light...

I thought i'd fly instead I bounced
Away from that I should have denounced
In heart and mind these thoughts do pronounce
As pros and cons in ****** bouts
Biochemical fits forming knots & skull sport-in-outs
Which reshape ones form with which it then flaunts
Fair or flawed by what beholders wants haunt...

I grew up in that view
The one I almost flew into
Got shot down by gravity's news
'bout it feeling equal reds and the blues
So many hearts broken only for hues
These words drown in metaphor,
But they're true...