Saturday, June 27, 2009

I Wish I Could Fly.

I wish I could fly through the sky.
Because it’s blue
And there’s nothing to do.

I’d fly around
My eyesight would be sound
I could see the ground
And you!

I’d fly to the ‘Land of eternal spring’
That has a certain ring
I don’t like the cold, I wouldn’t grow old
Well, why am I waiting?

Did you call? Please don’t!
I’m in the land of irresponsibility
I don’t want you to tell me
I’m just being silly.

I’m flying free
And there’s no-one but me
And I’m not coming back
Till I’m ready.

W.B. June 2009.

No comments: