It's weird to think about it but we are all throwing ourselves into the abyss, into some unknown environment we like to say we know to an extent, but really don't. I guess i am trying to rationalize it but it's difficult. The monsters out there are way scarier then the ones in my closet, yet we're are so drawn to take those steps outside.
"do you think its because we see something more out there?"
Maybe, but we also know the dangers. Are possibilities something to be feared or celebrated?
"I don't know"
Well we move forward regardless
"are you scared?"
terrified
and when you said i could never stay
the wind will sweep me away
the sun is melting the glue
holding these wings that promised more
as summer came and went and out friends took flight, we spent a year collecting the feathers they left behind. Maybe i was wrong, maybe i should stay, but maybe i was lying to myself, and maybe everything will be okay.
but no matter what say,
our futures lay in the North Migration
"do you think its because we see something more out there?"
Maybe, but we also know the dangers. Are possibilities something to be feared or celebrated?
"I don't know"
Well we move forward regardless
"are you scared?"
terrified
and when you said i could never stay
the wind will sweep me away
the sun is melting the glue
holding these wings that promised more
as summer came and went and out friends took flight, we spent a year collecting the feathers they left behind. Maybe i was wrong, maybe i should stay, but maybe i was lying to myself, and maybe everything will be okay.
but no matter what say,
our futures lay in the North Migration