I look up and see such a beautiful view,
a view of a future that a desperately long to pursue.
It seems so close, if I just reach out my hand.
I try to float to this dream, but I remain where I stand.
The reason I stay is a rope bound so tight
around me that there is no point in putting up a fight.
I want to go up up so badly, but I know this will never be
the harder I pull te harder the rope tightens around me
It may seem easy to cut this rope and float far away to the dream above the ground,
But truth be told, I desperately love this rope that holds me down.