Sometimes we only live for the here and now.
sometimes we're lonely.
sometimes we feel we need a place to be grounded,
or fly away again.
()i will fly away again.
i feel rain pouring down.
i wait to rot away, live again, here forever; the spiral never ends.
Why are we feeling something's familiar around us?
are we just dreaming?
always we search for the answers but nothing is found.
we fly away again.