I'm a ways away from the direction I should be leading
Who would've thought I'd be sifting through the days with Winter peeking over my shoulder
One of these days I'll be an astronaut so that I can feel the weather where it doesn't exist
I can look down at my past while the present continuously becomes the future
I'm figuring out the gist of things faster than before
I used to ignore meteors heading in my direction
But perfection isn't what I strive for
Nope, not anymore
I look for the beauty in life
It really is a beautiful life
Fly your kites
See how high you can fly
Touch the milky sky and beyond
I'm very fond in keeping in touch with positive vibes
Existence is a ride
There are bumps and fears, but but once you let go
It's nothing but a mere shimmer of light
Hang on tight
Open your eyes and enjoy the flight
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