What a Frightful Flight

If I'm able to reach to the drifting sky, I'd die literally... I'd lack oxygen and my heart would thump like a drum If I reach too high in the drifting, dusky sky, I'd fall - I can't see the flowers of plenty below my spoiled, crusty feet My worn-out feet What a frightful flight, I Know, Right? Forever... My dream drags on And I'm floating like a feather...rummaging in the cotton candy clouds Dismay douses me as my sweet tooth becomes satisfied...before the break of dawn And I'm drifting away with the sea-blue sky waves and disconsolate clouds What a frightful flight, I Know, Right?