You’re wrong
I’ve never fantasised to fly
Never wanted to sprout wings
And dive through clouds
Or skid toes on frozen lakes
As the brittle cover shakes
Under me, and breaks
Before I’m off to the sun again
No, that’s not something I’m wanting
But I have dreamt of running away
Dreamt of clicking my heels
As I escape the day
Dreamt of dreaming
Instead of being awake
Dreamt of not being expected
So never being late
Not just dreaming though
Sometimes I could literally pray
Beg and plead
That you look to the sky
In search of me
But only get clouds and flocks
And the tips of trees
Because I’m not as away with the fairies
As you’ve seemingly
Deemed me to be
I have found a new wish, though
Not far from flight
I want to ride
The swan’s wings like a cygnet squad
Take taxi and wave at the frogs
Pop bubbles the fish make as feathers wash
Over tiny tides
I reckon in the middle of that lake
Is my best place to hide
Safe on the back of the biggest bird
That would fight for my life
That would roar like a chainsaw
If you come into her sight
Yes, that’s what I’m seeking
Mute as the swan, no speaking
And just like the odd appearances
They make around the lake
My presence is ever fleeting
But I won’t hibernate forever
Won’t pretend I am something I am not
In a sky of sparkling constellations
I’m a mere glittery dot
I’ve looked up to that Godly mural
And admired it, a lot
But every time I blink, I shrink
Because that glamour stops
I don’t want you to ever shut your eyes to me
Or swim off
Come aboard the safety of these wings
Just don’t dream of
Flying, because it’s simply not my thing
I’d rather float around, hand in hand
As you finally
Teach me how to swim.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 