Sky

Alarm still ringing Shoes half-tied Bus stop breeze And a restless mind Phone screen cracking On the same old news Feels like every door Says pick one Lose But there’s a spark in the small hours Names on a notebook page Tiny plans Tiny powers Pacing in a quiet rage I just wanna fly Past this town line sky Over rusted roofs Over all my whys If I fall tonight At least I touched that height I don’t wanna crawl I was made to fly Late shift ending Neon hum Pocket full of tips And a tired tongue Friends all posting Their highlight reels I’m stuck sweeping floors But I know what’s real There’s a map in the margin Drawn on a coffee sleeve Every scribble Every scar then Spells out leave Believe I just wanna fly Past this town line sky Over rusted roofs Over all my whys If I fall tonight At least I touched that height I don’t wanna crawl I was made to fly Keys on the table Bag by the door oh Heart on the dashboard Sayin’ go Just go Every fear in the rearview Shrinking like the ground Windows down New horizon Hear that quiet sound—freedom I just wanna fly Past this town line sky Over rusted roofs Over all my whys If I fall tonight At least I touched that height I don’t wanna crawl I was made to fly I was made to fly I was made to fly