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.