Flights

Flights

By Shaire Blythe

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Starting to see me the way you see, The way I used to

But I always told you I would have to get there on my own

Think I'm really beginning to come around

This is the point I won't look back now

But damn, I ain't really mad

With no hatred, I rule no love out

Might be tomorrow or a day so far away

We were given no playbook

And I've come to notice, life comes back around

I admit, still trying to figure my flight out

But it's magical, mystical

Curious to see which ones stick around