can i be reckless..
can i fly with my wings and sow with my mind
the hallow in the wind flows through my thoughts as i tide
I craft my space plain, to imagine what i would be like in a bird..
would i spread through heights and roar in the sky, or cross by nights to hide from the sun
It's a mindless disguise, how i walk on land with a shallow mislead and still manage to search the earth to feed my rush

can i be blatant..
can i see over the top how everything sees me to be
is it a bird or another shadow in the sky with no compass direction
i keep trying to find my feet in a world where only same feathers flock
the tunes and dance rhythms rhyme to the illusion of why ducks don't fly and praise the eagle for its eyes and beak but forget the owl in the dark because dark is another word for lonely, for lonely is a disease that everyone has but refuses to touch.

then why am i here..
when i could ride from the dust and dream to the air
i want to be reckless
so my wings can swift pass my fears and my sow can curve in my peace
while the hallow wind swims me to my rail
to a place i can ride with my thoughts