If I close my eyes
and shoot straight up,
if I spread my arms
and glide into the white cloud...
I can fly. I can fly.
When I unhinge myself,
I give myself a free pass into the blue,
When I find the courage to jump
and disappear behind the horizon...
/>I can fly. I can fly.
I can and I have always been able to,
in the rye field and in the waiting room,
at permit counters and on long benches
never think about anything other than flying.
/>And when these
wing cutters and concrete block pourers
keep claiming that gravity wins,
then I know better - because I fly.
I can fly. I can fly.
Really easily.

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