Ironically I feel the world’s weight
As I face the task at hand
This is something like breeding flowers from weeds….
Welling Water from dry land….
And I haven’t lived long enough to find it hard to keep going
But there’s always a struggle with the will to keep growing

I
Layer my pages with the product of thought
Within that lies my will to be taught
Here I stand
Making plans to be grand
In whatever I do
This concept too untrue
But Disbelief would keep me caught

Indeed I’m blessed
But the truth is that I
Find hope in the Idea I’ll die
Someday
Ordinary in my ways
Remembered most in my extraordinary conquest to fly
High

Please tell me you felt that
I only ever really feel for the sky
A beauty so great
It alters mind states
And though it longs to be touched can
Only ever really beheld by the
Eye

Why, I dreamed some love supreme could
Appear from nowhere
Maybe Baby take me higher
Nah
An unlikely desire
And those who cant take what I’m giving
Maybe find them fools footstools to my empire

No fascination with the fabricated
Too fast to fake it
Too unschooled to the rules
An empty drive just won’t make it

My metaphorical ascension began before I hit a stage
Nights spilling on my notebooks
God staring back from the page
I want to get high like looking down at the world
High like Venus’ Pearl
High like hugging the Lord
Higher than whatever anti-drugs have been named for
So high that I forget just what I did this for
So high that when you say come down I say
“What For?”

So I’m checking the forecast
For the clearest of days
And even if it doesn’t come
I might just float in the rain
Or else miss the goodness it is
To know this:

Flightless things will never lift you
Dead hearts will never miss you
Lazy angels never really carry their wings
And I never plan to reroute my dreams