Wings of a Believer

You all know I'm a dreamer, way down in my soul. To a genuine daydream believer, anything is possible. I believe that I could touch the sky, with outstretched fingertips. I know that I could learn to fly, would gravity permit. It's only life that holds me down, tethered to this earth. Drowning here on solid ground, choking on my thirst. Surrounded by insanity, enslaved by the sins of the flesh. Afford me a little vanity, as I embrace my death.