When I Fly Around
when i fly around
sometimes the world seems odd
sometimes i don't feel flawed
sometimes i feel raw
one time i touched the sky
and had to wonder why
and ran away to hide
and saw things from both sides
one time i went to hell
saw black, and red, and black
saw nothing front or back
saw nothing, and it stank
but when i fly around
i do not see a thing
i like to sing and sing
i don't go pondering
i'm powerful and free
i'm not you, not quite me
just fly around, you see
(c) Mike Dedek 2002 :)
