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.