So the sky is the limit--
I don’t care;
I’ll build me a rocket
To get up there.

Don’t tell me the odds,
I know there’s no air;
I’ll find my own oxygen,
I’ll take every dare.

Don’t get onto me,
Come on, be fair;
But if you need a lift,
I’ll take you there.

Screaming at the world
Will never tell them you have
A beautiful voice.

I don't know
If I'm tired or depressed
But all I know
Is I don't want to leave my bed.

Sightless poets made the future
Mute bards told of the past
Deaf musicians sing of today
The best were outcast.

I fly released my arms
stretched out, my mind
is free, as I glide through
the air, I feel the breeze as
it brushes over my face
and through my hair.

The wind hits my clothes
I see the rain slowly pass
as it goes past my face, I
drift down to the place
that will finish my final
flight from this place.

I had a thought to fly one
more time, to let the world
pass by me, to see me fly
one last time.

Then before my moment of
flight is at an end, I regret that
this shouldn't have been done,
I don't want to fly anymore
regretting that step

But I flew and it is at an end,
fifteen stories up my flight
did begin. At the bottom did
it finish, my final flight regretting
what I did as this is my end.

star eyed yellow bloom
washed in sunlight's shower
the radiant healer of all your gloom
field full of sunflower!

Sometimes I wonder how I got this way.
Why did I lose all of my morals?
What made me stop feeling?
Why did I stop caring about myself?
I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.