☆ fly ☆

i have wings that want to fly

still my feet stay ground

a heart that wants to burn

but eyes that close and turn

a brain outside my head

a head outside my life

a soul that wants cotton

a soul that wants the knife

i have holes who need filling

and a driller that keeps drilling

but my hands that keep clipping

my feet that keep chipping

are'nt encompassing enough

loud enough 

to get to the core

to find the missing colour 

all my rain

takes too long 

and i need to

fill my lake

fill my lake

i dont fill it often

i dont

i forget my lake

i forget my life

so i turn to my vice

my pacemaking device