SOME WISH TO FLY,
TO BE TETHERED TO THE SKY.
WHILE A FEW OTHER,
WISH TO BE THE MOUNTAINS’ BROTHER.
SOME WISH TO SOAR HIGH,
TO TOUCH THE MIGHTY CLOUDS NIGH.
WHILE A FEW OTHER,
WITHIN THE CREEPERS WISH TO SLITHER.
SOME WILL GET AWAY
WITH A LIE,
WHILE MOST OTHER, CONTENTLESS
SHALL CURSE AND CRY.
WITH JOY, NONE,
ALWAYS COMPLAIN
‘LIFE IS NO FUN!’
FAR FROM THE TRUTH, ALWAYS RUN,
UNBEKNOWING THAT THE PROBLEM, IS ONLY ONE.
ONE DAY,
THE FEATHERS WILL BREAK
AND MORE SHALLN’T MAKE.
ONE DAY,
ALL WINGS MUST WITHER.
MOUNTAINS MUST CRUMBLE BEFORE THE MOTHER.
CLOUDS GET BLOWN BY THE WEATHER,
AND SNAKES TURN INTO LEATHER.
ONE DAY,
EVERYTHING MUST COME
TO AN END,
FOR THE CIRCLE OF LIFE,
FOR NO ONE, SHALL BEND.
ONE DAY,
WITH WINGS, SCALES, OR LIMBS,
YOU SHALL PERISH.
SO STOP WISHING.
SIMPLY LOOK AROUND AND CHERISH.
ONE DAY,
THE FEATHERS WILL BREAK
AND MORE SHALLN’T MAKE.
ONE DAY,
ALL WINGS MUST WITHER.
MOUNTAINS MUST CRUMBLE BEFORE THE MOTHER.
CLOUDS GET BLOWN BY THE WEATHER,
AND SNAKES TURN INTO LEATHER.
ONE DAY,
EVERYTHING MUST COME
TO AN END,
FOR THE CIRCLE OF LIFE,
FOR NO ONE, SHALL BEND.
ONE DAY,
WITH WINGS, SCALES, OR LIMBS,
YOU SHALL PERISH.
SO STOP WISHING.
SIMPLY LOOK AROUND AND CHERISH.
SO IF ANYONE OR ANYTHING
IN THIS WHOLE WIDE WORLD
I COULD CHOOSE TO BE…
IT WILL ALWAYS, & ONLY, BE ME.