poetic_person

I mean to fly

We are loosing

We are loosing.

Things were going right

We were doing fine

We were a good pile of books

We were a compact cluster of stars

We were heading east

To meet the sun in it\'s rising.

 

I see it now, I do

The bridge\'s height is just fine

I throw a pebble down

To see how smashed it is

By the bridge\'s height.

 

I will be fine. 

 

I will be fine all alone.

I will be like a star

Far away. Out of reach. A star.

We used to love them, stars

We were so fond of all the stars.

I don\'t mean to jump.

I wouldn\'t jump, who would ever jump?

I still have books to read

And sleeps to sleep 

And things to see.

 

And things to see

Lots of things to see.

 

I am too young to die

I mean to try and fly..