Flying

by David   Mar 23, 2006


Run run as fast as you can�t
You can�t catch me I�m Mike
I sprint at the speed of my heart
Pumping broken glass through the blue and red
Track marks of life under my skin
I run faster than I run from my problems
Faster than I run from myself and my life
When I need to
But when I want to
That�s when I fly
And I don�t even mean to
I just keep pounding the cyclical right left
Right left pattern into and through
The cracks in the pavement
Trying to escape the shackles of
Physics, space and time
But I get stuck
Like everyone
In the grime and dirt left by the apathy
Of big business�s dress shoes
Shedding the ashes of the lives they\'ve stamped out
Like the end of an addiction
And yet I keep flying
Flying away from the sun just to spite �they�
And like I said, I never meant to soar
It just kind of happened
I woke up one day and spread out my words
Finding my feet off the ground
Released form the pain of gravity
And the weight of every ones world I carried
I had my workout, and so now is my time to rest
Or so I thought
But it turns out
That flying is hard work too.

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