I’ve got a view of the world
and I’m up above it.
I see through my mind’s eye.
I’m soaring so high
and I really love it
up here where the spirits fly.
The noise in my ears
is the wind in my hair
and a voice inside my head.
It must be singing
but is sounds like its screaming;
I can’t hear the words that are said.
I don’t have a care
up here in the sky.
I leave them all on the ground.
Though they’re out of my mind
I know they’ll be there
after I finally come down.
Its beautiful up here
and I don’t want to leave
but my mind is starting to stray.
So I’ll return to the earth,
pick up my worries,
and fly some other day.
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