Dreams clear as day
Weaved into the fabric of reality before my eyes
The past is the past
And tomorrow is now
Blissful colours painted on lofty wishes
It all becomes clear riding on a cloud
I can almost touch the sky
Steep mountains and sharp rocks
Licking shallow wounds that cut beyond the surface
Bruised chests and deflated egos
Do I stay or do I climb?
I fell so far in little time
Was the sky always so far away?
Or did I forget how to fly?