A pleasant ode to a slang phrase…
I want to fly so high until my feet touch down
on distant galaxies where I face childhood dreams
in pools of stars retaining wishes of pain release
of love and greed; they will forever wade in me
I wake up from this cold and lonely dream
to be greeted with the warmth your smile brings.
Please go back to sleep, I’m stepping outside.
I’m on the way to proving humans can fly.
A simple process and an illusion of reality.
I will fly and the world will see.
With a paper plane,
the stars become a
I take the last drag on my paper plane,
and wonder if it will send me flying again.
The engine is blaring, my target, the stars
I’ll be leaving without you, left a note
and a plane of your own so you can come float.
Ascend with me until they burn into the sun.
Grip my hand as we descend to mother earth.
Keep your eyes on the prize
grab each and every star
as we fall faster and faster
don’t miss a single one
we will change the world for the better
One wish at a time.