"Time Will Tell"
"There are times,
When I look up,
And I find that I never want to look down again.
To fly over the buildings
And the trees
And the streets that seem to lead me only to where I have always been.
Sometimes I want to spin...
And spin...
And spin without ceasing.
As if on a swing
Or a merry-go-round;
A time when your world extends only as far as your arms can reach.
And then there was a time
When I glanced out my window
And thought the moon to be unusually large,
And close to me.
I quickly learned, however, that it was only a street lamp
And my hopes of leaving this world,
If only for a moment,
Were struck down once again.
And I landed
With a crash
And a slight burn,
Back
Into
Reality."
"There are times,
When I look up,
And I find that I never want to look down again.
To fly over the buildings
And the trees
And the streets that seem to lead me only to where I have always been.
Sometimes I want to spin...
And spin...
And spin without ceasing.
As if on a swing
Or a merry-go-round;
A time when your world extends only as far as your arms can reach.
And then there was a time
When I glanced out my window
And thought the moon to be unusually large,
And close to me.
I quickly learned, however, that it was only a street lamp
And my hopes of leaving this world,
If only for a moment,
Were struck down once again.
And I landed
With a crash
And a slight burn,
Back
Into
Reality."
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