Flying

Written by Tracy Jones

Would you like to fly high in the sky,
    touch the face of God and wish he wouldn't cry?
Would you like to soar with eagles and reach for mountaintops
    feeling only slight surprise as they become dust?
Do you want to drift upon the clouds and see the sun,
    cry with shock as your body turns to ash,
Wondering why the pain feels so distant, so unreal,
    distraught at the thought of being alive, dreaming?
Do you long to die, leave this place, see the other side of
    reality and gasp at the horror?
Do you want to know that life is real and death is fake
    and reality is just a little too much like hell?
Do you want to dance with the devil on a rooftop,
    look up and see the stars watching your damnation,
Wondering why the moon looks so much like a cold, hard rock,
    wanting it to be a hunk of bleu cheese?
Would you like to die, see the after-life,
    and bring it back to the person you used to be,
Look down on your body and scream with anger that it's still
    there dragging you back to this life of pain and hate?
Would you like to fly high in the sky, reach out,
    touch the uncaring face of Jesus and wish you could cry?

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