Fly

Sitting at the edge of this cliff
It's fight or flight
Sometimes I wish I could fly
You know, make a home in the sky
Lounge on one of those fluffy clouds
But there's a looming choice
Fight or fly
Stay or leave
I'm leaning towards the latter
Drawing up a list
The pros and cons of breathing
I began to compile, in order to make a comparison
The cons win
Yet I don't fly nor leave
I fight to stay
To make the best of everything
But life has given me more than my share of lemons
It's hard to go on
So standing on the edge of this cliff
I think I'm done with reason
Done with people and oppressive thinking
Ready to jump, to leave, to fly
But I didn't realize I'd have to die

completely and wholly on the inside.