Fly

It’s ok to have your head in the clouds,
So long as your feet stay on the ground.
I’ve always gone by that rule,
and I never thought otherwise.

But now here I am,
in a field of lost dreams.
They were so close,
but to grab at them
would be against the rule.

So I watched them
fade from full color,
to gray, to black,
then fall to the ground and break.

Now the one dream I have always had,
always wanted, always needed,
is right above me;
all I have to do is fly.

Should I risk everything,
for something that might not be real?
Or should I let it pass by,
and hope that it comes again,
this time in reach?

And if I choose to fly,
what if these lost dreams
have formed into chains,
ones which I cannot break?

And what if I fly,
but miss?
Could I find my way back down?
Or will I float higher and higher,
until I have become another myth?

So please, wait for me.
I want to join you,
and fly high above the clouds.
And lie in your arms,
watching the sun sink down.

But what if you change your mind?
What if I change my mind?
What if this isn’t really love?
What if it is?

My heart has already
been hurt too many times.
If I give it to you,
how do I know you’ll take care of it?

And your heart,
so loving and pure,
would you really trust me with it?
How do you know we’re ready?

So, I beg, come closer.
Take my hand,
and show me this wonderful world you see.
Because all I see is betrayal.
I see lovers hating,
and passives fighting.

But I manage to see you,
in all your wonderful glory.
I see your hand,
reaching for mine.

I’ll take it,
that’s not the question.
I love you.

Do you love me?