My Head Likes To Second Guess

My head likes to second guess Argue with the gut feeling Deny the feeling of wings Spread out and high Fly out to the brave To new souls that beckon Here, here Where grass is always greener Pain is not as purple as blood and Joy is more than a yellowed sunshine A cold warmth Here, here, they say Where grass is always greener Where the empty heads are full Of stories and rain That never cease or never Stop to think about what Would happen if the wings Took a leap forward and carried Me out to the sea-- Miles and miles and miles to go Bright blue ground and dark green sky Ready to fly up, up, up Into the sun Shatter and melt and explode into Five million pieces One for each one of the people Whose head always second guessed The gut reaction, Of their souls