Monday, April 24, 2017

I Want to Fly



I want to sing.
I want to bring my thing to the light.
I want to rhyme and keep time while I strum a guitar.
I want to bow for the crowd after killing every bar.
I want to cry from my heart.  I want to be a star.
I want to sing.

But I can’t do that.
My refrain falls flat.
So I’ll keep it under my hat.

I want to paint.
I want to taint the world with my dreams.
I want to bloom and burn on everything I see.
I want to tell a tale with light and majesty
I want to crush the canvas with hyperbole.
I want to paint.

But I scarcely draw.
It’s unwritten law.
So I suppose I’ll just withdraw.


I want to dance.
I want to glance right over the moon.
I want to whirl and waltz ‘til I make a scene.
I want to jump and jive and jitter in between.
I want to be the best boogie that there’s ever been.
I want to dance.

But I always trip.
I don’t glide.  I slip.
So I’ll keep a stiff upper lip.

I want to fly.
I want to roar and soar through the sky.
I want to float and flutter in the atmosphere.
I want to sweep and swoop above the crowds that cheer.
I want to sail into space with the celestial spheres.
I want to fly.

And when you take a glance.
I will fly and dance.
‘Cuz with you I’m taking a chance.

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