Rose Colored Glasses

Wishing life was different like I lived between the lines; not so predictable free to flow with time. My mind steadily at unrest won't let me see the best in you, in me. All I long for is to be free, like flying high, not even in, but passed the sky! If I could see it all through your rose colored glasses, but would that be a lie? Can life be so simple; here just put these glasses on, all your stress, troubles, struggles...GONE!..I can't live that lie. The best takes time; I've given my heart, so why can't I fly?