Isn't it strange,
Things fall into place,
And fly out of control,
Not the other way around?
Yet man has a burning desire,
A will to fly,
And a fear of falling,
Do they keep their lives in chaos?
Not letting anything fall,
Letting everything fly,
Watching things crash,
Watching the lights zoom past.
All simply because they have a fear,
Because they won't let go,
Step off of a platform,
Let themselves fall into place.
Just taking a step,
Taking a risk,
It's all too much,
So they keep flying.
Keep flying past doors,
Where opportunities wait,
Flying past nooks and crannies and beautiful sights,
Never finding their place.
