Fly Away

Sometimes I feel like

I want to fly away.

Sometimes I feel like

I already have.

Like I spread my wings,

soared,

and look where it got me.

Right back where I started.

Sometimes i feel like

I want to fly

away from my life,

To anywhere but

here.

Sometimes I feel like

I already tried that,

and it got me nowhere

but

Right back

where I started from.

Or maybe it just feels

like that.

Maybe it’s true

that

the more things change

the more they remain

the same.

And flying might feel free

while you’re doing it,

But at some point,

you need to land.

And then what.