It’s funny how, for a second, I thought I knew how to fly
When my dreams seemed within my reach
And I stretched my hand out to grasp them
And as far as I reached,
They slipped just a little further away.
It’s funny how, for a second, I thought I knew how to fly
Until I realized that my dreams were nothing more than that
And a dream does not reality make
And a need is not always satiated just because it is there
And we don’t always get what we want.
It’s funny how, for a second, I thought I knew how to fly
But then I looked around me
And there was no one to fly with me
No one to ascertain what I was once sure of
And what good is a dream if you have no one to share it with?
It’s funny how, for a second, I thought I knew how to fly
Until I realized that the difference between flying and falling
Does not exist
That flight is only an intermediary second
Between rooftop and pavement.
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