Fly - Poem by Lost Sierra
We all wish we could fly.
Fly away from all the pain
The things we do not want to do.
But really what good is that going to do?
Yes, it would be good to fly away
but when we would come back
everything would be the same.
Nothing would have changed.
Everything we wanted to fly away from
would still be there waiting for us when we got back.
So really why do we want to fly away?
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