Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

A Gravitational Pull

I don't know why
people want to fly.
We don't have wings.

But if I want to try,
I'll take a ride, with you,
however high
you dare to go.

I stop to wonder why
people need to fly,
when they don't own wings.
But I'd take a ride
with you, if you wanna go,
not matter high.

People dream they can fly.
But they seldom do.
Makes me wanna cry,
when they fall back again.

I'll take a ride
because you're gonna try.
I'll go with you into the blue.
And together, we can fly.

I'll never question why.


10.21.21

Lyrics to a song I composed in my head and sang into the steering wheel of my truck. Likely it ends there with all other lyrics I've sung and performed, on the fly-eye-eye-eye. No matter high-eye-eye-eye. But, I always seem to try-eye-aye-eyeah-ayeah.

It's a bit simplistic and more chorus than bridge with a repeating melody I couldn't seem to change up, so I write down before I give-give-give up.