Please tell me this and tell me true:
Is she fodder for your mind?
Can she ever walk right through
The threshold that divides?
Do you ever ache for something more?
I thought everyone felt that way.
Is this a feeling you've learned to ignore?
Could you teach me one of these days?
I could teach you to fly so free,
That's one skill I possess.
I can open fine worlds of philosophy
So we can breathe from them content.
I know that you have a previous obligation,
But I can't help but want to be your liberation.
