Idealist

Falling from infinity 

Does that mean I'll never hit the ground? 

Perhaps I'll have time to learn to fly 

before I'm blown into a mountainside 

or drown in a cloud. 

Everyone told me not to look too far into the sky 

after all, we'll never get there, so why try? 

 

But falling's like flying till it ends 

They never flew. 

I do. 

So when I crash. 

burn. 

when it's all over 

I may still remember dancing with the wind. 

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