Tied to my responsibilities with the ability to make life flexible.
Cut off my wings for a sample of my dream so now I glide with the intention to fly only to dive I\'m far from the mile high.
Why let a perception slow my stride, will I cry or feel the wind against my eyes.
Falling feathers remind me of my schemes, planes ripping through clouds do nothing to put my mind at ease.
Teasing my ambitions, taming my suspicions.
Why not listen they say, one foot in and one foot out why not go all the way with my decisions.
Why half step with my existence, giving up and giving in are two sides of the same coin but still in opposition.