Of how sometimes we dream high and low, and yet we are so human ...

What do you want me to say?

" I tried"

Well I tried...

and I'll try again

But all I want to do now is hide my face in my hair

Pretend it all away

because I don't know where to start

I don,t know how to make it stop

It just seems like everything wears out or runs out

including me

I'm too human

too mortal

If only I could be the super hero I always dreamed I could be

When I was seven I could fly

I could do anything

Now I'm thirty five

I have knowledge


but I can't fly

barely hovering off the ground

What do I need now to fly?

All I want to do is fly

The End

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