23 December 2010

i go fly to the moon

we're all just one-winged birds

i know that even
if i yelled your
name no one would
believe you were real
no one would believe
you've been here the
whole time if i were
to hang myself in the
air above the trees
with the sky right
next to me and i could
see it all as it
was meant to be seen
i would see the future
and the past in a
straight line from
the sun to the moon
and even if you yelled
my name next to yours
i couldn't just leave
i'm just not ready
to go where i know
i'm going to go