A JUNKIE'S TALE

There once was an eagle
That could soar so high
I'm glad I can do that
I'm glad I can fly.
Above the fluffy white clouds
Above the cliffs of stone
Above the lakes and rivers
Above the troubles of the world.
Soaring up there
Would be no troubles at all
They would slip through the clouds
And drop to the ground.
Let them worry about things
Those that can't fly.
It is, after all, their fault
For never giving it a try.
Never spreading their wings
And leaving the ground
Shooting up towards the sky
Blue with patches of white.
So screw them all
Don't understand you and your ways
Let them rot in Hell
While you soar among the Gods.
Some days you are grounded too
Like the rest of them
But it's not long before you get another
Passport to the Heavens
You just have to have enough money
And with the right connections
You could be flying in no time
Leaving them behind once again.
Just be careful while you fly
For you could come down hard
And you wouldn't want that
For then there would be no more flying
Up there with all the birds and clean air.
You would be dead.
No more flying for you.
But you can't worry about that
At least not right now
For now it's time to fly again
And leave you problems for another day.


By: Ryan Stancl