As I watch the sun came up I can see a new future taking place,
I forgot how bright it was suppose to be
I have spent too much time looking at the moon
I forgot that the stars even existed.
I look deeper and I can see it so bright that my eyes cry a little
but I can't get my eyes off of it
at that moment I know this is what I want.
What's left ?
I cannot see it I can only see what is in front of me.
I forgot to look back and I will never look.
I can see papers, they're flying everywhere and I hold my hand out and take one.
One of them is on fire but I'm not afraid to reach for it and kill the fire out with my own fingers.
They are everywhere birds, papers, airplanes, clouds
I can't seem to compare myself to any of them.
I'm not free as a bird and I was not made to be writing over like a paper.
I don't have wings to fly like airplanes and
I'm not as high as the clouds yet I can still see what's below me.