When I was little, I used to sit on my swing and imagine I could fly – way over the trees, and look down at everything. Even though I am a Bird now, I still can’t fly.
Wouldn’t it be great to be able to fly? I used to dream sometimes that I remembered how to fly. In my dream, I would think “Of course. That’s how you fly. How could I forget?” And then I would fly. I can’t fly when I’m awake though.
Still LifeI want to go home. We are home. That’s what I was afraid of.
When I was little, I used to sit on my swing and imagine I could fly – way over the trees, and look down at everything. Even though I am a Bird now, I still can’t fly.
Wouldn’t it be great to be able to fly? I used to dream sometimes that I remembered how to fly. In my dream, I would think “Of course. That’s how you fly. How could I forget?” And then I would fly. I can’t fly when I’m awake though.