I've said my goodbyes,
I hope that you understand
moving to tomorrow
I’ll surely need a hand to
push me out the window, out the nest
It's painful, painful dialogue and I
hope
you feel the same
when I tell you that I love you,
that I'll miss you.
These times have been painful, and
screwing up was my forte for
a little piece of time, hurt so many people
necessary isn't always easy, or
even necessary
but I hope it makes me better
(I'm not sure it will)
and I try to press onward to
brighter better greater
things.
I need you to show me
another bit of reverie.
I want to be so much
so much
it's hard I guess
when you're hugging the sky
screaming faster at 32 feet
a second, waiting for
the break, the inevitable
sudden stop
at the end.
But still, I flap my pigeon
wings,
small as they are
and hope that one
day, one day, before I hit bottom
I could fly.