What do you know about flying?
When you’re sitting at your desk,
What do you know about freedom, the wind in your hair?
When you’re planning your next step, a scribbled paper of numbers in your hand,
What do you know about laughter?
When you’re exhausted even before the beginning of the day,
What do you know about ecstasy?
When you’re letting go of yourself in a cramped little room,
What do you know about love?
When you go about your day wearing your heart on your sleeve,
What do you know about anything at all?
And what could I possibly know anything about you?
I’m up here flying, and oh do I know the wind!
While you, you’re sitting here dreaming, and you don’t even need my wings.
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