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
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