When I was younger, I wanted to be a pilot.
I guess in metaphorical words, I just simply wanted to fly.
Down here was so busy and lonely, Maybe up in the sky, life wouldn’t be so dry.
My family and I; nobody really thought we could fly.
Maybe one day, I thought, I could make us all fly.
The quiet ones, the average simpletons, looked at the world like no one else.
Although many cast shadows upon them; they always cared to share their light.
It’s a journey, not our plight.
Patiently awaiting our flight.
We’re not passengers, we’re captains.
And when we fly, you may never know.
What’s happiness to us may not be the same for the world.
I guess that’s why we never fitted in;
happily so.
I feel my feet slowly leaving the ground…
Purple Empaths 