What holds me back from the boundless sky?
The ground chained to my feet.
With dreams of change,
That penchant for the unpredictable,
Why does this smoke suffocate me?
A few years into my thoughts
Following the clouds, I start to fly
Yet the smoke bars my way
Holds me back up
When falling to the ground, I crave home.
Returning to the present, eyes blinded
By the black smoke of fear -
Fear that if everything changes
And life couldn't be more exhilarating
Would I ever return?
