fly

if only i know why
why am i making it harder
and heavier
and longer
and more painful
and even more disgusting to recall
if only i know

please just let me run
let me fly
let me soar to the sky
with wings
on my elbows
just pigeon's wings will do
i dont need to be those lame eagles
or those ridiculous vultures
just a pigeon
small brown dirty pigeon
with a happiness of a proud peacock
i will fly

its hard
being alive is very tiring
all those jealousies
and those fakeness
im just sick
sick of playing
i dont wanna die
but neither i want to live as someone else

i wanna fly
as a butterfly
blossoming along with the flowers
fresh and light
with those dew
and nectars on my palate
i just wanna be free